verb: 2. adhere or cling to a substance or surface
3. (be stuck) be fixed in a particular position or unable to move or be moved
I am constantly juggling priorities. Home, work, children, husband. I tend to allow myself to get squeezed out of the equation. I take full responsibility for my actions, but I just don’t want to do it anymore. I have come to the realization that the way in which I live my life is primarily the choices I make. Large and small. Day in and day out. It sounds so simple. But living authentically is not easy. Living with an open heart and being present, making choices that align with my ethics, listening to my true self is a daily choice. And a challenge.
What to prioritize? How to stay disciplined? What moves me? There is an underlying truth that time has marinated in me. It returns as the voice in my head, sometimes in my dreams and other times in song lyrics. I recognize it as my intuition pushing me forward to do the things my ancestors could not.
It is rooted in my principles and has me reaching towards grace. It is the thing that must be done. It is what I love. In order to do what has not been done before, I must let go of what is. The now. The priorities of what I thought were important need to shift to what is in my heart. It is a gentle tug of war…the art of letting go and starting again. I am not sticking to old habits, but instead listening to the sticktuitiveness that now has my mind fixed. I am being drawn by the stronger pull of what I love most…and I kind of like that about myself.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.