“Taking the bull by the horns” is another way to describe the act of facing fear and allowing it to dissipate into oblivion with every waking step.
When I am staring a new direction square in the solar plexus, I have to ask myself if the progressI will make is worth flying by the seat of my pants. I don’t have the answer. Living day in and day out with snippets of the here and there, and piecing it all into a puzzle of some sort, has me humbly wondering about the meaning of being fearless.
Beautiful risks await those who want to challenge the status quo.
Quandary after painstaking quandary leads to putting the brakes on and not being true to your gut and what it needs. But those who are fearless and desire change coupled with a newfound direction in life do so with mindless intention and set their souls on fire. To abandon your comfort zone and live with more doing rather than just being…this is the primitive basis for being fearless. My spiritual warrior shows up when I leave that noise in my head and open my heart to more opportunities appearing on my path, whatever they are. I have the choice to make each and every one of these opportunities either my calling or my downfall.
Eckhart Tolle so brilliantly said, “What a liberation to realize that the voice in my head is not who I am! Who am I then? The one who sees that.” Cultivating a relationship with myself and who I am has taken some rather painstaking years and numerous twists and turns. I would never have imagined that I am the chooser of my life and destiny, yet it becomes more and more apparent as I get older and life insists on throwing curveballs to get my attention. I love it, though. I have the option to reach down into some seriously deep stuff and achieve a higher and better self, if I aim to be fearless.
Every morning when I jot down pages upon pages of the most scribbled penmanship to offer up my words to the sky, the spirit, my angels and God, I trust in my heart that kindness and compassion and love have to be at the forefront of any momentum furthering my life. I have free will to decide which direction to go, and only I have to be the one who sees my life, scars and all. My intention is to remain with purpose and passion in connecting to my core and altering that fear into one of a “been there, done that” kind of philosophy.
A new truth might look something like me shaping my own future versus society doing it for me. I have to remain a self-made woman.
Life does turn out in ways I never expected. Subtle changes and a different way of doing things appear at my doorstep every single moment. Soul sisterhoods evolve and grow and bring more personalities onto the scene. This very sacred nature of learning in the presence of a like-minded soul expands the oneness all around us. I get the biggest wells of tears in my eyes and goose bumps on my skin when I feel more than I think, especially around loving people in my life. Some come and go, but the root of life revolves around being fearless enough to stake our claims and operate from our bellies, and to trust that the chips will fall where they need to fall.
A fearless heart will travel many miles to drop into life and not leave until a message is received from the heavens. To receive a message from the heavens requires patience, slowing down, and listening to the things that need to be heard. A fearless heart tells us to speak softly, kindly, and purposefully.
I trust that a fearless life leads to a balanced life, with all of the magic and care of a soul. As sure as the sun rises at dawn and the moon appears in the evening sky, I remain faithful and hopeful that a fearless existence will carry me down the path of least resistance.
If not, I don’t mind daring to try harder with all of my heart.
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