We start to mull and muse, and suddenly we’re lock step with the old memories, the old stories, the old habits of mind leading us down a trail of darkness.
We start to think about this relationship that went sour; and when we look at it from conscious mind, we realize that it wasn’t just this terrible, horrible other person who caused all our pain in that relationship…
It was us, too.
We start to think about all the opportunities we blew, or the choices we made out of fear, or the ways we didn’t show up to life fully ready to take advantage of all that we could of, of all our stupid choices.
And it gets overwhelming sometimes: this pool of regrets.
Some days it is very tempting to just dive in deep, and ruminate and feel all that pain, all over again.
Something comforting about it, in a sick and strange way: returning to the pain of the past, instead of sitting with the discomfort that even now, we still don’t know what we’re doing.
We still don’t know what we’re doing.
We’re still going to make mistakes.
We know more than we did… but we don’t have it figured out.
When you’re in this place, trying to shake free from the past but having uncertainty about where you’re headed, it’s useful to think of this:
Life is meant to be a mystery
Life can’t be anything more than a great, vast, unknown.
We are never given the whole map; that would be dull.
We are given the next breadcrumb on our path.
That’s all you need to do: go to the next breadcrumb.
The Universe has them scattered all over on the forest floor.
Surely you can slow down and breathe and allow yourself to spot one?
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