I have been seeing a life coach recently, mostly because I like the idea of supporting an entrepreneur and I love solution-based thinking (WHO ARE YOU TO DIAGNOSE ME WITH ANYTHING?! WHO YOU BE?). She’s nice, she has a nice house and a nice little doggy. Anyhow, I basically hired her (hah, I’s got an employee) to help me sort my crazy and see why I’m not fully committed to myself, or my relationships for that matter. At least not to the degree I’d like.
She mentioned something that really hit me one day. I was on my regular rant of “I don’t know why I do what I do”, perhaps somewhat in denial, but she asked me if I trusted that things would work out for me. If I trust in the process. I didn’t understand what she meant. Why would I trust?
Anyhow, I tried it. It’s awesome. I love it. I trust it. It feels like I don’t have to panic because somehow things are always taken care of. Granted, it’s not always easy, but I’ve survived this long.
I’m going to try to be more accepting that things are supposed to be good for me. Trusting that the only time things hurt are when you’re going the other direction with where you’re supposed to be.