As I continue shifting into a life of abundance, I am reminded of how easy it is to forget the impact, my journey has, or has had, on others.
Any time I move into a space of discovering, and sharing, of my thoughts, and eventual words, I hesitate to hit the “Publish” button. I am still working through what has kept me in that mindset, for so long. But for now, I’ll continue to push forward…
After publishing last night’s post, I sent the link to my three daughters. I was stunned to learn, that one daughter shares the exact same fear, as I once did. While another, expressed how, as a child, she “didn’t understand”, as she is a “box throw awayer”. (We create our own language, all the time, so get used to it). Meanwhile, the third, is coming into the realization that she too, has unhealthy habits, as it relates to buying things that “aren’t needed”, and struggling with boxes. Upon reading their comments, it became clear to me, that my mental trappings, surrounding my fears, were inadvertently placed at the feet of my offspring, many moons ago. Perhaps we can redirect any remnants that still remain, in a conscious effort to spare all future generations from this malady.
I would like to believe that, all parents want the best for their children. How this plays out in real life, is a hit or miss. But, I choose to see the good in all… With that thought in mind, I can only use myself as an example. Having grown up as the only child, in my household, for most of my life, I didn’t have to be concerned with sharing with siblings. Whether that was a box of cereal, tv time, or deciding who would ride shotgun, those concerns were lost on me. So, becoming a mother of four, really took some imagination. All I knew for sure, was that I needed to feed, clothe, provide shelter for, and keep these people alive. In the midst of all of that, I wanted to read them bed-time stories, shower them with gifts, and help them to believe that they were capable of anything they put their minds to. All things I longed for, in my own young life. As much as I spent time creating charts, and schedules, and putting tangible knowledge into play, I sadly lacked the understanding of how generational beliefs, and fears, can have more of a lasting influence, than words, and deeds.
Beyond anything else, I wanted our children to dream big. Not only to dream, but to actually follow those dreams, as far as they could. To be greater than the generation(s), before them. Of course, if I could go back in time, I would be intentional in speaking a life of abundance over them. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the tools to put these intentions into practice. But, instead of mourning what wasn’t, I am choosing to celebrate what is. An opportunity to change our future, based on our current reality…
More and more, I understand the importance of unlearning, and relearning. Taking time to decide what feeds your soul. What brings you joy. What feels right, to you. Based on your experiences, and not at the behest of another.
What does it look like for you to shift into your own, abundant life? What fears or beliefs are you holding on to, that don’t belong to you, and never did? Where in your life, can you make adjustments?
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