Lately I have spent a lot of time on my own. Being the socialite that I am, it is unusual spending more
time with myself than with anyone else. But in my solitude, I have learned some
profound lessons. While I have explored innumerable modes of healing, the best
medicine has come from the work that I have done completely on my own…free of
charge. By exploring my innermost workings through meditation, movement, and breathing,
I have come to better understand myself, without the influence of other people.
This does not mean I sit in a transcendental meditative state for hours each
day. Heck, I honor myself for sitting for 30 minutes, even if 25 of those
minutes I was thinking about lasagna and dinosaurs. The point is that I take
time out of every single day to honor myself and attempt to connect with the
light that burns within me. For when we are able to recognize our own light, we
can fuel it to burn brighter.
It took me a while, but I have finally come to
terms with the somewhat obvious fact that healing does not happen over night,
but over time. I have spent so much energy focusing on a destination of healing
and self-realization, as if I’m waiting for nirvana to hit me on the side of
the head and everything will be all sparkles and rainbows. It don’t work like
that. It’s more of a gradually ascending climb, one in which I have whole-heartedly
pointed my feet in the right direction and started walking. Sometimes I don’t
feel the steps I am taking until I look behind me and see how far I’ve come in
such a short amount of time. I now congratulate myself for the progress that I
make instead of look ahead at how far I need to go. Life is a process, there is
always work to be done whether we are learning how to heal or love or simply
sit still in solitude. All we can do is take it one day at a time.
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