"I no longer operate from a wounded place."
What I said to my trainer about 6 weeks ago when I walked into the station and the smell of iron didn't taste as sweet, and the sound of clinging bars didn't make me want "to give every last drop of myself."
There are those of us who welcome change a little more than others. Those of us who thrive on growth, change, flexibility, surprises, going with the flow. Those of us who have a positive relationship with discomfort, and even pain. I am one of those people. I have been watching people's lives change over the last 5 weeks dramatically, including my own. Encouraging others to let go of that which no longer served them. I watched others fight to hold onto what the universe was trying to break apart, while mine seemed to be coming together effortlessly. Reminding them of the new which was waiting just around the corner, if only we could let go. The parts of my life crumbling where parts I had been waiting to fall. Until today. Today, I get to apply my own teachings. Today I get to start the process of letting go of something that has been an integral part of my growth over the last 2 years and yes, it's heartbreaking & scary.
