I totally give up. Here I am Manila, with but one suitcase and next to nothing else. The only thing I really have is absolute crystal clear conviction on what I need to be doing with time here on Earth. Given my material situation, I should worry. I should be very concerned.
And I have been.
But you know what…
Fuck it. I give up.
You know why? Because if I emmerse myself deeply in my moment, everything is good. Everything is so fine its amazing. It’s when I start to worry that I loose sight of the magic.
I AM TAKEN CARE OF.
You see, I am starting to finally, deeply and experiencially understand that this is how it works. Especially when you’re in the groove, following your heart and know you’re doing what you need to be doing. The only thing you need to do is have the courage to choose what is presented before you. I have been so scared that I haven’t dared.
I haven’t been through two years of miraculous travel around the planet for no reason. It has literally been one moment after another to show me, to gently lead me in abandoning my fear, the old ways of seeing the world, to deeply, and I mean deeply, understand that I am taken care of.
With this knowing, my courage grows, my daring grows, and I can choose grander and grander.
