What are you going to do with the rest of your life?

If you are feeling a sense of increasing anxiety, your spiritual cheerleaders – whether they be your higher self, guides, angels, your old art teacher or even Uncle Jim – may be trying to drop a big Universal Hint… ‘Get on with it!’

Regardless of your belief system (and …I have to tell you there’s nothing quite soooo sheepish as an atheist in Spirit) – it’s time to get to get serious, get Present and get focused.

Growth is desperately uncomfortable and itchingly inevitable if you follow the symbols and clues that have been scattered along your path so far in life. Evolution is intimidating. Your fear is that you’ll lose yourself. The absurdity is that who you think you are right now, is merely a fraction of who you are destined to be.

Trust is the biggest discipline in life. Anyone can trust when life is easy. It’s the constant commitment to trusting when bad things happen, when illness strikes or worse, calamity – that separates the old You from the new.

Just to make it harder (because in some past life, you must have earned your stripes) your mission – should you choose to accept it – is to grow in the company of others, birthing yourself from the toxicity of old familial affirmations and belief systems designed to hold you within a structure that may no longer apply.

This means you’ll need to leave some people behind on the path as you continue up the Mountain of Self-Leadership. You may have to start walking ahead, rather than reduce your by waiting for others to receive similar epiphanies.

You’ll become allergic to gossip, judgement and superficiality. You’ll lose friends by detoxing from the mainstream addiction of needing external approval. And you’ll start developing your intuition, that innate barometer of acute sensitivity that tells you far quicker what’s happening before the mind can fumble around and find the right words.

As your mindset expands, your willingness to learn from personal experience instead of learned beliefs will grant you access to new tribes who can see the Real You, beyond all that over-thinking and disconnection been-there-done-that.

Gratitude may become your most common emotion now you’ve discovered how to release grief and anger like wind in the hair of a four-year-old. You’ll no longer get caught on the barbs of how others express theirs, usually hurled outwards as carelessly as Macca packaging from a car window on a Saturday night.

You’ll now choose exactly how you wish to express the entire range of emotions you now have at your disposal, now you’ve taken ownership of your life.

It’s easy to be a Yogi on a mountain. Much harder to live the most difficult Yoga (or spiritual practice) of all: being in relationship with other humans in a crazy school where wisdom is gained through loss and growth through vulnerability and truth.

So, breathe… The good news is that you’re still alive and you still have time. I’ve worked with enough murder victims and suicides to know that unfinished business is a real bugger. That’s why I prefer to help people find themselves while they’re alive.

One of my clients wished to design a course on stockmarket trading she could teach to single parents on welfare. It was her biggest purpose and passion – yet her life was swamped by the demanding belief of needing to remain in a narcissistic relationship until her kids had grown up.

By the time she left him, she was bitter and full of rage. Then, she started to love herself better, let go of the shame of not liberating herself from the marriage. One day, her heart opened even more and she fell in love, this time with a man who saw her Light. It was the beautiful last chapter of her life.

The epilogue was bittersweet. She had birthed herself, she had loved again and now, with a sudden terminal illness, she was going to die. In those last weeks in the hospice, I asked her whether she was ready. She looked at me forlornly from under her woolly hat, her now-skeletal body wrapped in a blanket and mourned the loss of her last purpose: the stockmarket trading course.

“So, what are you waiting for?” I asked. That fabulous woman became the only hospice patient feverishly working on a laptop. For the next five days, she wrote. On the sixth, she died.

I felt her absolute relief at her completion. Now, she’d attend her own funeral feeling a whole lot lighter.

Better late than never. – you are always in the right place at the right time.

So, what are you waiting for?