I only found the love I was seeking because I became the woman who could live in it. Many years ago I was jaded about relationships, marriage, partnership, and all things romantic love. After my divorce, I was convinced that I wasn’t meant for pairing up. I was sure it stifled my spiritual practice, inevitably led to suffering, and stopped us from awakening.
Over the last three weeks I’ve been busting through the three major myths that keep us stuck. They are not-so-sweet lies we tell ourselves to keep us from moving forward. The stories that make us pretend that we don’t deserve to be happy, to live the life that we daydream about, or to think that something could be different. This week I move onto myth #3: It's not my time.
Do you feel like your to do list is on repeat and you aren’t able to move things forward? Did another weekend pass by and the project you wanted to complete remains...incomplete? Is there always something more important that gobbles up the one thing you want to do? Do you always make time for everyone other than yourself?
I wasn't planning to ask him a question. It was the end of day one of a two day meditation retreat with Anam Thubten and people started lining up to ask him their personal questions. "If you want to ask him a practice question, now is the time," urged the woman next to me. She had been part of the community for years. I clearly looked hesitant. "Don't be shy, this is your chance." Ok Universe. I hear you. I said to myself. It's always like that. I'm stubborn, and the Universe keeps nudging me along until it's blatantly apparent and then I give up on digging in my heels and walk.