It is only when I am fully me and explore and exercise my passions and truth that I can do whatever it is that I am meant to do with this life.
When Anne let me push her wheelchair, I knew we were really friends. Her vulnerability with me allowed me to be more open with her and created connection. As I allow others and God to push my metaphorical wheelchair, I’m receiving more grace and peace.
Feeling deserving of my abundance, especially where money is concerned, and accepting my decisions around spending it may be my greatest struggle. Perhaps accepting the struggle is what self-compassion looks like – knowing that I will never get it right, but loving myself anyway.
It is said that it is better to give than receive, but I’m inclined to think they are necessary in equal measure. The trick is to overcome my discomfort with receiving so I can enjoy whatever is given.
How No Saint Jennifer learned that letting go is not a magical place of ease, but requires acceptance of her persistent nature, acknowledging her thoughts, then letting them go, again and again.