Saturday, January 20, 2007

Being the best me...

The angels have a huge sense of humor. Last week they finished off their message with a comment to "Celebrate your life..." Well, this week I got invited to speak at the Celebrate Your Life conference in Chicago, which is much like the one I spoke at in November. I was so excited because this is my mom's city of origin and she's going to get to meet me there and see all the popular authors speak as well. Its so awesome to share the unfolding journey with her.

Nonetheless, as always, big opportunities always seem to come hand in hand with some required growth. A dear mentor kindly told me I didn't look all that great on camera and suggested some updates to my appearance. This person wasn't asking me to be anything other than who I am - they were asking me to be the best me I could be. I knew they were right. The angels themselves told me that if I were to surrender to God's plan for my life to bring messages of His love out to the masses, I would have to surrender to humanity's need to "package" me. Oh Lordy did that bring up issues!

I was a tomboy as a child. Put me in a dress and I'd climb a tree out of spite, proudly declaring I had shorts under the skirt. Try to cut my long hair and I'd argue that I loved the wildness of it and promise to wear it in braids. Girl stuff became a power struggle - mom wanting me to look cute, and me wanting to look like me. I had unpleasant memories of shopping and hair salons and thus avoided them frequently, with the exception of a good thrift store hunt which was always fun.

So here I sat after the conversation, wanting very much inside of my heart to be the best me I can be on both spiritual and human levels, and resisting the very same because of a few old fears and misunderstandings. I let the inner child have a good cry and then got over it. I made a decision to be a grownup, surrender to what comes with my path, get the haircut, buy the crest whitestrips, and consider what kind of "image" I wanted to present that best represents me. I actually had fun once I surrendered.

The lesson is simple. Sometimes you want something and yet you resist the very same due to old misunderstandings and pain, whether it be your own experience or watching your parents struggle over the same. We prevent ourselves from our birthrights of being loved, abundant, beautiful, successful or whatever because we fear something that comes with the very same. But you can make choices that are consistent with your desires no matter how uncomfortable they are. And once you do, watch the energy flow in your life once more and feel the freedom of knowing you've released one more piece of old baggage that was preventing your dreams from coming true. God is having fun with my life since I turned it over to Him, and thankfully I look better for it!!