I had to make you uncomfortable, otherwise you never would have moved.
I had to make you uncomfortable, otherwise you never would have moved.
UNIVERSE
Sometimes life is so comfortable that the prospect of moving with any real significance comes with a resolute feeling of “not a chance.” And then something happens…. A lease ends, a relationship terminates, a job comes to a close, the weather becomes overwhelming, or similar negative friction events.
And, low and behold, we move. Once that momentum is initiated, we find ourselves well underway in a thrust of energy we did not feel prior.
If you are awake and conscious of your current life and the variables within, you discover that perhaps things are more liquid than solid. With the knowledge of your liquidity, comes your ability to rally those variables to your advantage, in countless ways.
This may come in the form of pursuing new goals in life, new relationships, new work opportunities, and so much more. When these arise, there is an equal amount of initial trepidation, followed by a resounding feeling of “this is possible” and “I can do it” mentality… and then, like the proverbial, ever-moving water I was musing about a couple days ago, our fluid being morphs into whatever is next.
Life for me was so comfortable, and I was so in the prime of what The Illusion Factory was capable of when life made me uncomfortable. Like a tsunami that was inescapable, I started to swim for my life, but there was nowhere to go. When I surfaced, it was all gone. All of it.
Discomfort sucks. I would write an entire musing on discomfort, but that is not the point. No matter what form it comes in, it is at a minimum, unpleasant, and more often, excruciating.
The secret is what you finally do with it once you regain equilibrium. If you can find your way back to the surface, and dig deep within yourself to learn what you needed to learn, the next chapter of your existence can very likely eclipse all that came before it. It is very much akin to standing on the shoulders of the giants who came before you, except in this case, you are standing on the shoulders of your former self.
I spend my mornings every day since lockdown writing this stuff. Wondering if anyone cares. Hoping I am not annoying everyone in my life by sending a text.
But it is all for one single purpose. I am writing all of this for the person who got hit by the tsunami. Just like me. The person who is so uncomfortable that they have to move and they do not know what to do, or how to get there. Whoever that person may be, please know that I am spending part of my life leaving you breadcrumbs to follow, so that you do not have to feel so scared.
It is going to be ok. I promise. Just do the work.
I had a Revolutionary meeting last night that culminated from a phone call I got from my dear friend while I walked down Zuma beach predawn, trying to find my way. He made me listen to a podcast about the new token economy. I must admit, it was the very last thing that I wanted to do. I was watching pelicans and seagulls and contemplating my own poor me scenario. But for the next 6 miles, I was listening to the podcast he sent. My life changed forever that day.
And as fate/karma/source/God would put it, another one of my dear friends who had scooped me up after the tsunami sent me this clip (happenstance) this morning, when I texted him the very positive outcome of my Patriotic meeting last night. This scene with Michael Douglas below is the beach I was standing on when I got the phone call telling me to listen to that podcast.
Life imitates art, art imitates life….. and somewhere in the middle, we must grow from discomfort to higher ground, or we will remain lost forever.
Happy Friday!
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