Wednesday, September 19, 2012

It's Not a Race




 
It’s not a race.

High school, college, grad school, marriage, kids, career, achievement, happiness … none of it has an expiration date; and yet, we are all rushing through our lives as if there is a deadline.  Well, there is the ultimate deadline ~ death, but I still don’t think we need to rush.  Where is my delete button?  Maybe I need to start again.  The days are as long as they are wide.  We need to savor every moment before the fading of sun each day.





The only true battle we have in life is with ourselves.

No one else is keeping track of our perceived failures and successes.  We all have a need to do well though.  It starts in kindergarten with gold stars and having our mothers say, “good job!”  Who doesn’t like positive reinforcement?  We all appreciate recognition for a job well done.   Enjoying the process and the path is key though.  How can we truly enjoy winning 1st place,  getting the job promotion, signing the publishing contract, finishing the 5K race, without enjoying the road we took to get there?




You aren’t really flying unless you are free.  You won’t be truly free until you give yourself permission.

This statement says it all.  Feeling complete, feeling successful, feeling at peace ~ all of these things are up to you.  YOU have the ultimate power to experience true happiness and self-acceptance.  Give yourself permission to be happy.



 
Now breathe and start your day knowing that you are loved … 


You Are Loved

You are exquisitely made.
With a splash of deep purple at the edges,
and a vibrant center –
you shine.

Like the many layered hues
of a rhododendron
with blushing petals,
you have innate gifts –
both seen and unseen.

The wind whistles a melody,
encouraging the dance of galaxies.
In unison, all of nature
follows the same, beautifully orchestrated score,
and we float forward together.

In another time
you see the outline of this day
in all of its divinity.
You smile a perfect smile,
knowing that –
you are loved.


Cristina M. R. Norcross
Copyright 2008

And you are free ...









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