Storm clouds are building as I begin dismantling old beliefs, old ways of being, and old ways of doing things to make room for the new, aiming to keep only those that serve me.
Storms are to be expected any time one makes changes that are going to interrupt the past give-and-take patterns others have come to expect, or any time one refuses to bow to others’ sovereignty over one’s own life. Moving forward in my dismantling process, I am going to be changing the give-and-take patterns others in my life have come to expect, and, as the process goes on, I will allow others less and less sovereignty over my life.
As I take the first tentative steps, I hope and believe I will weather the storm. Storms, after all, don’t last forever. They eventually give way to clear skies again. If anything, I think the coming storm will only help me take the old structure apart. The trick is riding it out with my core intact. That will be my biggest challenge.
I don’t know how hard the wind, hail, and downpours will hit, or whether there will be tornadoes. I’ve given so much of myself, of my life, over to others’ wants and wills, it has the potential to get quite nasty. If it does, I’m going to do my best to focus on the clear, blue sky on the other side.