Yesterday I wrote about how I was studying for all the wrong reasons and how I was agonising over giving it up, feeling like a failure, yet again.
There were tears, lots of them. I knew I could not go on living in the skin that didn’t belong to me. I had to give it up. It wasn’t serving me. I wasn’t serving me. I wasn’t listening to me. I had become lost in the mire of expectation and obligation. As I pressed the ‘withdraw from course’ button, I knew that I had taken on a mantle that was flowing against my own river of life.
That needed to change. It so needed to change. A new beginning for me: a new step in a direction that feels foreign to me. If I listen closely I can hear the whispers of my soul setting me in the direction I need to go. Noise drowns it out often, but sometimes she manages to break through. I resist. I have always resisted. But no more. I will break through and shine as the person I am meant to be. But then I doubted myself, as I so often do.
Then, I saw this on Facebook:
As those of you who follow my blog will know, I’m not really a spiritual person but I’m taking the signs wherever I can get them.
I don’t have to try. I just have to be me.
And the same goes for you, you beautiful human. You just have to be.
Until next time,