My Epiphany of Irony…
It appears that I’m leaving California much in the same way that I arrived here three years ago. Having no freaking idea of any of it. Riding the waves of uncertainty and letting them crash over me without bracing myself.
I stopped bracing myself. After all, it’s just some lame ass attempt at control. Something in which none of us really has. A false illusion putting wear and tear on the body, mind, and spirit.
I flew in yesterday from Dallas. My dear sweet friend Angela picked me up and we went to lunch where I texted a few friends in search of a place to stay, if only for the night. I hadn’t planned ahead. Maybe out of habit, for this surrender to the moment thing has been my modus operandi for the past almost year and a half. The not knowing and trusting the Divine to wave its magic wand on my behalf.
I’m not really prepared. For any of it. The U-Haul rental and the actual driving of it.
Right now I’m at the mercy of Gods Grace. Moment by moment. All I know for sure is, I’m leaving. Much in the way that I came. On a wing and a prayer. Soaring high above my adversities. Landing on couches. Allowing myself to be tucked in by friends and Faith.
It’s wild as I thought this would be my home. For life or longer. After all it was the dream and I was livin’ it. A Florida girl living in a California world. Born with a Hollywood heart and eyes filled with every star imaginable. And now I’m trading those stars in for cowboy boots. And I’m going to kick up my heels and yell yeehaw at what God has in store for me now.
I’ve been led to this new land. This new place. This resting post on a Lake just outside of Dallas.
A place to rest and regroup. Recharge and Recreate. Something new. Born of authentic alignment.
A place to create without need, rush or a means to an end. It’s simply a new beginning. A fresh wide open field of green and gold slate in a new state. Physical, mental and emotional.
A space free of debris and clutter of any kind. Expansive, eager and excited at what surfaces. After all, that’s what happens when we make space. When we create room for the love to enter…
The “High on Life” Coach