While some folks might feel more at ease waiting for Life to show up and prompt them into action, I on the other hand have had a pattern of asserting, speaking up, acting on ideas—ok, yes, trying to make things happen.
I feel a little embarrassed about this because it rings of grasping, which doesn’t sound very attractive.
In my own defense, I will say that I DO act out of intention and inspiration, from my heart. It’s just that I could take it a bit slower, easier, with full faith that Life will unfold in my favor.
I find myself lately in a space of allowing, perhaps more so than ever. And, as you might have guessed, Life is showing up—ideas and projects from the past are resurrecting in THEIR time, and I’m seeing that the push is not necessary.
There are some very deep threads here around my fear of not being provided for. We all have tender points like this that can dictate our ways of being—until, that is, we begin to look compassionately at them and invite them to heal, in right time.
How about you? Do you ever feel an urgency to assert yourself for fear of missing out? What might it be like to slow the pace and see how Life presents opportunities to you?