I often find that even when my world seems to be crumbling around me that to maintain a consistent practice of gratitude for the gifts, especially the messy ones, helps refresh the energy and shift it towards positivity. Even if gratitude sometimes it looks like, “Thank you for causing me to run into that man spilling hot coffee over the two of us so at least I didn't get hit by that bus that jumped the curb. “ Sometimes, I would almost rather be hit by the bus than face the embarrassment of a coffee stained and dripping apology but even so, gratitude works. I swear. Oh, I'm not saying that I'm perfect, I often give thanks and end it with a big old, "you stinking brat! (in the PG version anyway)" Just in case you might need to shift a little anger in the moment, try giving thanks while you shake your fist over you head at the moon. Who says that you can't hold two places at once?
As my world shifts and transforms, I can’t help but be thankful for all of life’s little blips that help me grow closer to my true self. I've been realizing lately that our reactions to our environment and the people involved are a choice, even if that choice is deeply programmed into our psyche, it’s still a choice. So lately, I choose to thank the (removing the word challenge from my vocabulary) opportunities for growth that this life is offering me because I've been finding that underneath each and every one, is a beautiful energy waiting to surface. When I find myself curled in a ball feeling sorry for myself, I am reminded that I am shrinking my power in such a way that leaves me craving the power of others and that’s not how I want to present anymore, so I straighten up, lift my chest, let the fear run through me rather than holding it inside, and embrace the power within. The result is expansion. Every time I start feeling sorry for myself lately I have to ask what it is that I am lacking. Usually its attention, and then I ask, “why is it that I need attention in the first place?” The answer usually lies in the fact that there is something in me that’s asking for help and needing it to come from someone, anyone else. Honestly thought, time and time again, the best attention usually ends up coming from me. Who else knows exactly how to heal your pain because who else feels it quite like you? The answer is no one. No one knows exactly what you are going through because they are not you. So lately, when I am in pain, instead of reaching out to bring others into it with me, I stand up and realize, that actually, I am the best person for the job. I'm the only one who truly knows where the pain comes from, where it's held in the body and I'm the only one who knows exactly what I need in order to heal. In showing up and lavishing love and attention on myself, all the attention I was calling in only moments before that I didn't have and needed so badly, miraculously begins falling from the sky. The phone rings, my dogs wander over for a cuddle, I pass a sunflower tied to a stop sign (sunflowers are a spiritual affirmation of mine) or I make a new friend. It’s amazing what can happen if we simply find the courage to show up for ourselves.
I am giving energy to the practice of gratitude because I find that what I focuses on grows. When I am grateful for the world around me, gifts begin to rain down and my gratitude for myself begins to grow. I shift negativity to positivity and begin to focus on the good that has been blessing me every day, all day, truly. Even poop is a blessing because it's energy we no longer have to store inside of us making the space for more creativity to happen.
I’m in a newly empowered state of being. From this day forward I am actively choosing and being aware of how I respond to life’s opportunities for growth. Do I let them slam me into a submissive collapsed state? Or do I rise to the occasion, lift my heart high, and fake it until I make it, choosing happiness over shame and collapse? What do you choose? Really? It's completely up to you.