“It Always Comes Down To Choice……..”
We always have a choice.
In every single, solitary moment we have a choice.
We can choose to feed or starve a thought.
We can choose to feed or starve an emotion.
We can choose anger, envy, sorrow, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt and ego or
we can choose joy, faith, trust, happiness, empathy, kindness, compassion and love.
It’s not always easy and sometimes emotional attachment can be almost too much to bear, but there still remains a choice.
Whatever the situation, you can choose how you will deal with it.
I’ll admit it.
My reconnaissance to Australia wasn’t as graceful as I had imagined.
I deleted my post from last week as I sat on the bed in Bangalow, tears streaming down my face, my heart aching at the prospect of leaving Asia and returning to Australia.
It was far too upbeat and positive which was a far cry from how I was feeling at this very moment.
I was trying desperately to keep it in perspective, but nothing was working.
There was nothing I could do but let them fall, and fall they did, for a solid 48hours.
I talk about it often and remind myself of everything I have been taught, of everything I teach, but for the life of me I couldn’t find it.
Moving back to Australia was part of the plan.
When I was ready, which I assumed would be at least 6 years away, maybe two decades away! I was in no hurry.
Which brings me to another point, Divine Timing.
Is this what’s at play?
Is this how it works?
I know that when you ask for something, that’s all you have to do.
You don’t worry about the how, when or why, that you leave up to the Universe.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with Byron Bay, it was stunning.
The beach glistened in all it’s glory, schools of dolphins played on the surf, surfers sat gazing out to the horizon willing in the waves.
There was nothing to fault.
It was beautiful, spectacular even.
The kids were in heaven, looking at us aghast they had never been given the opportunity to live beachside in this unbelievably beautiful country.
As I saw them jump in and out of the waves, run along the beach, kick a football as far as they could on their sandy playing field, I wondered to myself why the tears?
The tears were for the business I had to close, for the beautiful friends I would be leaving behind, for the ease of traveling and our beautiful easy life.
This is the moment.
The moment you acknowledge the sadness, acknowledge it’s hard and stressful, acknowledge the tears and choose.
Remind yourself you have a choice in this moment.
To stay in sadness or to look ahead with excitement at a new world brimming with opportunity and adventure.
It’s not easy.
It’s not easy to trust the plan of the Universe, that incidentally we co-create.
It’s not easy to have faith in the Universe, when things aren’t seemingly going to plan.
And at that very moment, the plans change………