What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
– T. S. Eliot
The End is where we start from…hmmmmmm…
Yesterday was about endings; and about calling my power back. I have to walk the talk, right?
For over two weeks I was so knotted up about it that I had knitted a virtual car cozy, a sweater the size of a car cover inside my gut.
You see, I had decided to put what was left of my dearly departed store into auction; all of it; lock, stock and vintage submarine lights.
Just like Daniele wrote about yesterday, (the timing for me was uncanny) it was time for me to call my power back to me; BUT the hang up was this: at the intersection of empowerment and the past; I kept meeting up with my old energy.
Like some goody-two-shoes a-hole who never forgets an uncomfortable incident; or an appointment; my energy would persistently meet me — right where I left it — back in Victim-Ville 2009.
But since I’ve changed so drastically since that time we were not a match anymore and it really started to feel like shit.
So I avoided going there.
I let the remaining items sit at different stores around the city on consignment, and I paid them NO MIND; because they brought back horrible memories that would instantly knock me out of whack, make me feel bad about myself, and force me to eat Fritos by the fistful.
Every fucking time. That sticky, stinky, shitty, loser energy met me there.
That is a law and the sooner we all realize that, the faster we can shift it.
Here’s how it works:
If you had a fight in a restaurant, the next time you go back there, the minute you give your car to the valet you’ll feel that gut-punch; because your energy is the guy that opens the door and greets you there “Welcome back, we’ve been waiting here for you .”
Shit.
How many times have you had a bad experience with the place that services your car, or the dry cleaners; only to have it repeat itself over and over?
I remember when I went to auditions back in the day; there was a big casting agent on Sunset who was nice as can be, but I NEVER booked a job there. After a while, my disappointment would meet me at the door with its Cheshire grin, making sure the casting session was doomed.
So if you meet your energy where you left it— how can you change that?
First, by being aware of it, recognizing that it’s your low expectations, your disappointment, or your painful past that is causing the gut-knot.
Also, time has passed and things have changed. You’ve changed. Right?
When you do that, you can rewrite the story, and while you’re at it you can make sure it’s a much better one. It’s the story of how you called your power back; how inanimate objects, buildings and even people have no power over you — and that you’ve moved on and left no forwarding address.
It’s easier said than done, it took weeks, but that’s what worked for me you guys.
I had a real Come to Jesus with myself (I’ve been doing that a lot lately) where I told myself that inertia was no longer acceptable. Neither was settling, acting like a victim, or being broke.
For Godsakes woman it’s been five years, the statute of limitations on powerless victimhood has expired! Round up all that stuff, take all your old juju off of it by remembering how good and exciting it was to purchase it in the first place, and SELL IT! Go call your power back to you and then be done with it!
Even though I seldom take my own advice, I woke up yesterday, the day everything was getting picked up, with no knot. For once…and for all.
The day could not have gone any better. It went faster, smoother and was more organized than I’d ever imagined. Obviously, my loser energy had flown to Vegas to cause some real trouble.
As I drove away feeling newly empowered, reborn, like a Phoenix from the ashes, it made me remember all the times that the energy that met me — was good. It does work both ways ya know.
So I’ve re-written that story, the story of the store and the flood, and in the new version the auction results five years later — are AMAZING!
So the end is where I’ll be starting from — a new beginning, a fresh start.
Where does your shitty energy never fail to meet you? How can you re-write your story and regain your power? Do you believe you need an ending to have a beginning?
Lets talk.
Carry on,
xox