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I was going through old pictures of Dan and my most recent Australian Tour the other day... and I found this one, which made me smile.
Dan has a thing for lighthouses.
And so do I.
But for a different reason.
To me, a lighthouse is a vivid reminder of some wisdom passed on to me by one of my most cherished teachers, my mother.
Here’s something I don’t really talk about;
I do a lot of inner work. Like. A LOT.
Because I love it.
I get a genuine thrill out of shedding old patterns, delving deep into my own human darkness and pulling up pieces of gold.
I wake up every day and set the intention to shine, to uplift, to create and to connect.
And I am privileged to be surrounded by a tribe of loving humans who see that in me, love me regardless and who make similar efforts in their own lives.
But every now and then...
I trigger the shit out of somebody.
And hey, we’re all human. I own what I can, reflect, try to communicate and learn...
But there are some people who decide, some of the time, to be immensely bothered by other people. Regardless of what those other people (or me, in this case) do or do not do.
I’ve been lucky enough to retain some friendships through this, and in those emotionally-charged initial conversations I have heard things like;
“You’re really intimidating.”
“Everything just happens so easily for you.”
“Why are you so confident.”
“You always get the good guys/opportunities/jobs/etc.”
And I’ve been so grateful for the honesty of these women... grateful and equally perplexed.
I don’t want to be intimidating. I want to be uplifting.
I don’t want to seem superior. I love collaboration and balanced exchanges.
It’s not always easy-I do the work!
But I’ve made peace with the idea that not everyone sees things in the same way as me.
We can only filter life through the lens of our own experiences.
And my lenses are different from every single other person’s lenses.
If I can look inside myself, and genuinely feel I am in alignment and acting from a place of love...
That is all that matters.
Not the alternate reality being played out by a loved one.
Even though that sucks sometimes.
(cont’d in comments)