Un Curso De Milagros: If you’ve read my newsletters or emails in the past year, you know I sign most “With joy and ease, Debra”. When I write “with joy and ease”, am I trying to convey to you that I’m constantly joyous and everything in my life is a cinch? (In other words, am I LYING?) Certainly not.
With this signature I intend to remind you and myself to choose the path toward fulfilling purpose that feels joyous and easy. In the flow. Right for us. But not everything that feels this way also feels effortless.
Eigentlich, over the year since I’ve refocused connect2 Corporation to guide women entrepreneurs to grow their businesses, I’ve frequently felt I’ve been powering through. Even though I’ve known I’ve been living the path that’s right for me – doing the professional work I’m meant to be doing plus taking care of my children, my home and myself – many times I’ve allowed the volume to get blaringly high. I’ve been doing the right things but way too many of them at once! Why? Because I’ve been afraid. Afraid that if I slow down, my children will suffer. Or my business will suffer, or my divorce process will slow down further. Or more, or worse.
So as much as I’ve been practicing living in connection with Spirit, I’ve also been burning out my power supply. Pretty consciously. Not willing to see a better way because I was convinced I was right: I was alone, solely responsible. And apparently, because I was fearful of upsetting anyone – especially my clients or loved ones – I clung to these beliefs.
But about a month ago my motor burned out. (Please forgive my metaphors if they don’t make mechanical sense.) I’d been gearing up for my divorce trial, scheduled for June 28 und 29. Expecting it to be physically and emotionally exhausting, I conserved my energy. I chose not to attend a bar mitzvah or a dear friend’s wedding – both out of town – to keep focused. I swallowed my pride and faced my fears to ask for help. (And gratefully received it!) I did my level best to prepare, to make sound and rational choices. Of course, my days were still overly full.
And I noticed things kept going wrong. They were not working out with ease. I felt out of the flow. I sensed I was in power struggle. But I kept trying. And then, less than two weeks before the trial was scheduled to start, I heard it was likely to be postponed for at least six months. The adrenaline I’d been living off plummeted. And I crashed hard.