I’m always on the lookout for a lesson in this life. It seems to me the whole point of why we’re here, what I’m being called to do. How can I evolve and grow into the meaning of my life if I don’t use what I’m being shown to do? And lessons, as I’ve learned, don’t seem to come in ease and joy. That’s the letting down your hair and taking a breath part. The lessons come in waves, before there is to be any letting down of the hair. The lessons come as insistent teacher, demanding we learn. If we don’t, the teacher will patiently wait in the broom closet for another opportunity to be the star of the show.
This is what I’m thinking about right now. It’s what I think about a lot. My flaws are profuse, but one of my strengths is my ability to self-reflect on the choices I make in my life. And they are choices. It’s important to get that straight right out of the gate. If we start off with the mindset that we are but victims, bobbing around on random currents and storms on the sea of life, well… Where do you even go from there? Stay on that little boat I suppose. No, I see that I have oars and muscles and a brain and will and tenacity.
I also understand that what comes into my life comes as friend. Friends aren’t always friendly and warm with a plate of cookies. Friends can come as salty jerks that call us out on our BS. Friends can grind us because they see something in us we haven’t yet
