Somehow I always seem to choose my busiest days to post. The days that seem to be really big for me, I want to come here and share it all with you. Even though as far as I know, there is only one "you" out there. Thanks mama! I adore you.
As I sit here typing, I am struck by the beauty of the setting sun just outside our living room window. It has been a long, fulfilling day, and it isn't over yet. But, I have finally eaten my first meal in over 9 hours (yikes) and now I'm enjoying a delicious, gluten-free Triple Blonde Ale by Greens. One of my favorites. I really had no intention of typing up a post this evening. That is, not until I started doing my daily reading of blogs and came across a new-to-me blog called The Urban Poser. Her post titled The Bold and Fearless You really struck a chord with me, and inspired me to put my voice out there, even if only through type, in order to propel myself forward into further self expression. I struggle with this in my daily life, and it has really come to the forefront for me lately. I have many things in my mind that I would like to express, yet my heart is filled with fear of being broken by rejection. The more I am surrounded by people that are full of love, that live with open hearts, the more I find my own heart opening a little more. I believe it is important to be loving and accepting of everything, because every event is a lesson learned. But, when viewed as a whole, it all seems so complicated, so vast and unreachable. The frog in my throat sits on my voice box each time I find myself wanting to express myself in public. And the words are left unsaid. If I can practice, even a little at a time, I will get better. I believe that I can change, and that what is in my heart will become me. I must only allow patience and gentle persistence to be my guide.
A good friend voiced some stellar words to me today, as she is so prone to doing. One of the things I remember best is a life analogy that is so spot on that I can't help but repeat it to everyone I possibly can. It goes something like this...
There are two people, one being a complete optimist, always planning for the best; the other, pessimist believing in the worst. The optimist will prepare a garden using the best soil, seeds and intention for a full harvest. The pessimist believes that nothing good will come anyway, and does nothing to prepare. Now, say that the Great One come to tell it all. How it all will end and what lies on the other side. If it is to be that everything is shit, complete damnation and utter torture, then the optimist has at least had a very full life and can revel in that blessing. The pessimist gets to be right.
If, on the other hand, the Great One states that there is beauty and blessings beyond belief and everything is going to be great, then the optimist not only is right, but totally prepared and really happy. The pessimist has basically wasted a perfectly good life, will probably spend some time being embarrassed, and then eventually have to learn to change their tune. So, the optimist really wins either way.
I really like this analogy, because the moral of the story is to plan for the best. There is a saying goes "Plan for the worst, hope for the best" What a miserable way to look at life. When we plan for the best, even mediocre will be better than it could have been because we are full of faith. Faith is what makes it all okay.
May you all have faith, plan for the best, and hope for better ;) Blessings
And then right after I posted, I found this post: How Everyone Can Be an Optimist