Follow your bliss. This advice used to really piss me off. I would think to myself, “if I knew how to follow my bliss, don’t you think I’d be doing it.”
I was super frustrated and found myself spinning in circles trying to figure it out, but it’s way easier than I made it.
The secret most folks don’t know–Bliss hides in plain sight. It’s in the most random things and in ordinary places.
Does this ever happen to you? 🙋🏼♀️
You 👀 look around your world 🌎 and see others thriving and wonder why things aren’t working out for you like they are for them.❓❓❓
💰Your business is barely limping along while your colleagues are killing it.
🍪 The smell of a cookie makes your pants instantly tighter while your best friend can eat a whole box of Oreos and not gain a pound.
We have some things to talk about- things that you have been pondering, wondering, and searching for. You have a lot of questions about how life works, why you’re here, and what it all means. On top of those big questions that pull at you, you’re also juggling life as it comes. It’s a lot.
Here’s the thing…
The reason you feel this pull, the reason you have all these big and little questions about your life is that you are remembering who you truly are and it’s not what you previously thought.
A cherry red Telsa Roadster in your garage.
A cutie-pie to share your bed with every night.
A skinny botty to show off on your beach vacation.
A fat paycheck with lots of 000000’s.
Our desires come in all sorts of shapes and sizes, but the one thing they have in common is the promise when we get the “thing” it will make us feel better.
Imagine yourself as an artist in the best studio available. There’s every color of paint you can imagine, canvases of all sizes, brushes, clay, metals, glass, any material you could want waiting for you to bring it to life.
You are given free rein to use everything available.
You can pick one medium and use it forever, or you can switch it up constantly. You can paint, or sculpt, or weld or sew.
Have you ever stood at the mouth of a cave and yelled, “Hello!” and after a short pause from the cave’s deep belly you hear “hello, hello, hello” echoing back to you?
An echo is a fantastic thing to experience. It feels like magic. It feels like something is answering you.
Life is an echo. It always gives back to you exactly what you emit.
If you output love,
You create your own reality.
Accept what is.
Live the life you want.
Surrender to the now.
Your life is what you make of it.
Deliberate creation and accepting what “is” seems like two very different philosophies, but are they?
The question baffled me for a long time.
I wanted to believe in my power to create my own life while simultaneously feeling a pearl of deep wisdom telling me to allow my life to unfold and make peace.
As a little girl, one of my favorite places was my grandparents’ house. Every time I traveled an hour south of Memphis to visit them, I felt transported into a different world.
Every day at my grandparents was the perfect kid vacation, I loved spending summers at their house. During my visits, my grandma would make me huge home cooked breakfasts with steaming biscuits fresh out the oven, white gravy, scrambled eggs, and a big glass of milk.
Last night my husband and I went to one of our favorite local restaurants—a little Indian restaurant that’s one of the best-kept secrets in town. It’s one of those places you drive by and would never try on your own. You only go there after someone recommends it to you. It’s a tiny little place where the tables are jam-packed together, and your neighbors are right next to you eating their dinner while you’re eating yours.
This week I asked a friend, who is an accomplished writer, to read one of my blogs. I wanted her opinion on my writing skills (or lack thereof) so I can make my writing better. After she reviewed the piece, we hopped on the phone to discuss it, but instead of discussing my writing technique we became enamored with the subject of the writing.
The topic was consciousness.
The topic was so compelling that we could not leave it alone long enough to discuss the nitty-gritty of the writing.