Dear World,

I am so frustrated with you.

At your insistence, I taught my children all the things you told me they needed to learn.

  • To be kind.
  • To be thankful.
  • To share.
  • To be accepting.
  • To love each other.
  • To have humility.
  • That they were enough.

And then, I released them to you, and you taught them that what they really needed was…

  • To judge.
  • To compete.
  • To be the best.
  • To make more money.
  • To buy more stuff.
  • To be “educated” by getting good grades and going to university.
  • To be respectful, while being disrespected.
  • To be more social.
  • To be more extroverted.
  • To look sexier, prettier, handsomer, more fit, healthier.
  • That there is a wrong way and a right way to live.
  • To be unkind and to flaunt it and to be kind and flaunt it.
  • That they are definitely not enough.

I gave you my beautiful children who delighted in life and learning, and you returned them to me anxious, insecure, depressed and sometimes even suicidal.

And you blamed me. You said I didn’t socialize them enough, immerse them in the world enough, teach them to have a thick skin or self-confidence. You told me to find counselors to fix them and put them on medications so they could function within you…a cog in your machine. You told me that they needed to learn how to fit in.

And you know what the worst part of all this was, I accepted your blame and tried to “fix” them. I even sometimes bought your persuasive arguments and was the instrument which further reinforced that they weren’t good enough.

No more…I’m done.

I’m taking them back from you, World, and giving them to the Universe.

Under Universal law, they will learn…

  • Abundance, not lack.
  • Life is spiritual journey with many paths.
  • Kindness lived, not flaunted.
  • Intuition.
  • Humility.
  • Acceptance, not judgment.
  • Gratitude.
  • They ARE enough.

Whether they absorb worldly messages or spiritual truths isn’t up to either of us, it’s their journey and their choice which is how it should be.

However, I will no longer assist in your conflicting messages to my children. I will dilute your influence in every way I can.

Because…

I am enough, I’ve had enough and my children are most definitely enough.

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End of Year, No Ragrets

This year started off with some great intentions…blogging every day. While this lofty goal fell by the wayside fairly quickly, I learned a lot this year about what I want out of writing or rather what I don’t want.

I learned I need to write. Be it journaling, be it an interesting note on a birthday card, be it blogging, be it a paragraph on the bumble bee which chased me out of the living room or reflection on what I’m learning from my huge pile of books beside me, I need to write. It’s the only way I can tighten my vocab and improve my skills at getting to the heart of what I’m being led to say. Courses in writing and some blogging will also feature high in the list this year.

I also learned about my audience this year…who I’m writing for…Me and those like me who are continually striving on their journey of personal growth towards being kinder human beings and who struggle and fail and struggle and fail, but who always try again.

I learned that my goal in blogging cannot be to monetize. Money at the heart of my blogging taints my writing process. My immediate focus should be spent on identifying my voice, embracing authenticity and learning how to transmit compassion, not judgment.

I learned this year most of all that there is a community of supportive people, fellow bloggers and individuals, who will cheer for you and support you. This has meant so much to this newbie, and I so appreciate all of you.

For the new year 2019, I make no promises other than to keep writing…might be more private than public, but I promise to keep practicing.