Someone said this to me this morning.
It wasn’t meant the way it felt.
Like a stab.
Like I was being accused of being lazy.
Like I didn’t want to work.
Like somehow I don’t need to work.
Line 3 to 6 is me internalising it …
It reminded me that we have to be cognisant of what we say and how we say it.
It reminded me that I know this person and I also don’t know them.
It reminded me that when we love we start learning someone’s underlying trauma.
It’s not something I would say to someone.
We are all different.
What the words did do though is moved a part of me to get on to sending out a few queries about studies I want to complete … a direction that’s been lying dormant for a while. Too long.
Similar words have also had me shift gears especially the past three weeks. Looking for more and applying for more possibilities. What am I willing to do? Within and outside my comfort zone. Who am I willing to ask help from? Who will help? Can I handle the rejection and the no’s? YES, I can. Who will be willing to share information? To advise? To tell me the truth.
I emailed my incomplete Masters‘ supervisor yesterday. Advice. Topic change. Direction. He called me A GHOST FROM HIS DISTANT PAST in his first emailed reply. Lol! Love that uncle! Interesting how we grow to love the honest people in our lives. The ones with the genuine intent to help us grow, develop and become the best we can be and even better. He calls a spade a spade. Calls me out on all my everything bs.
Love lives here.
“The way we are living,
timorous or bold,
will have been our life.”
Much about me has been timid these past few years. Before it was bold. Increasingly it became more timid. It’s time to step out in faith and with love and courage.
The adventure is calling …
Are you coming with me?