Getting Unstuck

Honoring my truths is a fancy way of saying surrender. It is to unconditionally accept the truth of the moment, no matter how much it makes me want to spit, run, or fall to my knees.

It took me a long time to sit with that inner burn of acceptance. But little by little, as my own smoke cleared, my mind began to notice how that burning and chu
ing recycled itself into my own personal rocket fuel. With baby steps, I practiced being with the burn of acceptance, and I got better and better at it.

I’ve discovered that when I feel stuck, when it feels like I’m spitting into the wind, when it feels like the Universe is holding me captive and I can’t make things better no matter how hard I try, the teeth-gritting burn of acceptance is always at my disposal.

Somehow, this refills my tank. Somehow it loosens the glue that has me stuck. Somehow it propels me forward. It may taste like shit going down, but once it’s down there, that feel-bad energy gets recycled into ass-kicking magic. It gets me unstuck. Give it a try.
You have nothing to lose, except the denial that’s holding you down.
Face the isness of the moment, recycle it, and then step over it. Because…. you can.