Detours are a fact of life. My worry and rage accomplish nothing because each situation resolves in its time. Sometimes, they even lead to something better.

Learning to Love Myself
Detours are a fact of life. My worry and rage accomplish nothing because each situation resolves in its time. Sometimes, they even lead to something better.
Fear keeps trying to push me toward the safe choices. But that won’t get me anywhere I want to go.
And finding it where I hadn’t expected. With my Dad.
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.
Yet I still struggle with my belief that I’m not supposed to have it. So I returned to the source – Jesus and the Buddha to find out what they really had to teach me.
In teaching my nephew to swim, he would often struggle no matter how much I told him to lay back and trust me. I do the same in my life. But each time I trust the voice inside I find myself floating.
Having faith does not mean having all the answers. I need only to keep aiming toward the divine and trusting in what feels right, even when it doesn’t make sense, even when it seems contrary to how I thought I was “supposed” to live, and even when it’s scary because I can’t see what’s ahead.
Within a month I caught two thieves and followed them both. One got away. One I talked to and bought him lunch. I learned from them to listen to my gut and be who I am not who I think I’m supposed to be.
I often put off thank you cards as a burden, but discovered as I wrote them following my brother’s death, they acted as a ritual to release grief by evoking memories of him and friends who loved us.
How I stop feeling bad about just being me.