You know, it’s funny, and a bit scary, that it often takes a major catalyst in our lives to bring about the deep and necessary change needed for us to begin to embark on a journey towards our own evolution. Sure, there is the patriarchal prescription for how we are supposed to live our lives, and believe me, I won’t bore you with those details. However, most of us grow up unable to abide by them. We question our identity, sexuality, gender, profession, and god damnit do we spend far too long trying to remain unseen for who we truly are.
Well, I believe there comes a tipping point. A moment when we are sitting upon a horizon, sure, we could “go back” maybe… maybe. But we know there is no life for us there. OR we can choose to jump in, engage with what is truly ours to claim and begin to dance with our own destiny.
Have you ever found yourself in a room you have been in 100x, surrounded by very familiar people, but on that particular day, in that particular moment thought, “I don’t belong here anymore.” The tipping point is like that. It makes herself very visible in our bodies. There becomes a knowing, an itch, a craving for more. The knowing that you are meant to do something bigger. And bigger doesn’t have to feel paralyzing, as it often does when we put so much pressure on ourselves. But bigger simply means becoming our true and authentic selves.
Is there something you have always wanted to do but somehow learned that you couldn’t? It is that. It is that whisper that starts to come back and almost haunts us. Yes, I know, it chooses less than ideal moments to rear her head. Like on your wedding day, or when you are accepted to a school you thought you wanted to go to, or a job transfer pops up. Again, not ideal, but that is our intuitive voice that says, “please for the love of God finally choose yourself, choose your path.”
Life throws so many curves, some louder than others. Much of the external we don’t have control over. Yet, we have control over our choices. (I don’t mean in extreme circumstances when you are truly surviving, so I am not bypassing those situations.) I am talking more about when you make a choice from a place of scarcity, fear, or “should” do. When you choose the safe choice because we are taught to do that, safety is in the box. We are presented with so many options and ways in which we can choose ourselves moment to moment or we can choose to abandon what is aching within us. But damn, we somehow or another always figure out which one we chose, sometimes in hindsight.
I do believe there comes a point though, and I don’t know if it is age, parenthood, life transitions, or what it is, but eventually we come to a fork in the road where we absolutely cannot choose anything else but ourselves any longer otherwise we cease to exist as we know it. The air leaves us. We know, that if we try to muddle our way through inauthentically any longer it will surely swallow us whole. Everything in us begins to wilt.
Well wildflower, you deserve air, sunlight, and a lot of water. You deserve to blossom and grow any way that you choose. This life isn’t meant for containment, it is meant for deep expansion. Your expansion.
Note your tipping points lately…
are you listening?
Your tipping point might just change your life.
Let it.
Be you.