Its Always The Right Time To Bloom (Sparkling New Blog Post) At the beginning of the summer I bought a dwarf lilac tree. It bloomed for a second and then it was gone. The other flowers in my yard exploded with color. The tomatoes grew. The vines twirled. And the lilac tree sat. It’s fall now…there is an ever so slight chill to the air. The leaves on the trees are just starting to change. My roses are still going strong. My camellia bush began blossoming a few weeks ago. But most of my flowers are stating to turn in for the winter. There is, however, this lilac tree. It’s just starting to bloom again. Tiny little buds are popping. It seems so contrary to the times. Yet, every time I look at it, I think “It’s never too late. It’s never the wrong time. The world is always ready for you to bloom.” I remember when I just started working with Susan. She was full of ideas. Of passion. Of talk of the right time. She was content to wait and wait for an opening. For the moment to be just right so that she could finally start. Her business. Her book. Her whole damn life. She wanted with a fire and yet, she would not start. Everything was an excuse. Everything was reason why the timing was off. A reason why it wouldn’t work. The copy wasn’t perfect. She wasn’t married yet. She wasn’t as prepared as she could be. The sign she had asked for never came through. She wasn’t motivated in the same way. Everything became a reason to stop. Everything became a reason that things were not right. In her world, if things were not right then they were wrong. And she was not going to do something that was wrong. She would get everything ready to go and then stop when it came time to really let herself sizzle in the electricity she was conjuring. A requirement of our working together was that this pattern had to stop. HAD TO STOP. We would work through the fear. The stories. The sludge. We would do it together. But she had to commit to moving past her need for the right time…and move into her life. Just seeing this was hard. Hard to admit that maybe the timing wasn’t wrong. Maybe she was just looking for a reason to stay where she was. Safe. Comfortable. In her bubble, where nothing much but dreaming happened. She, however, was brave. In our work together, she looked at here fear of doing things wrong…at the wrong time. She found a part inside of her that was so scared that she couldn’t succeed. A part that was so damn sure that she was never going to bloom. It figured why even bother. Why fail…like she had thought she had done over and over again. Safety was an excuse away. Susan looked at these parts that were freaking out and loved them up. She loved them and let them know that they were no longer in charge. At the same time, she began. Little by little. We created a plan. She put herself out in the world. At first, the temptation to run was high. But her commitment was strong. She wrote everyday. She reached out to companies to consult with. She began dressing more vibrantly. Took classes. Indulged in time with her friends. She started to have the life she dreamed about. She let herself bloom. She was the one who made the time right. She decided to be the one who opened the doors and the one who walked through them. There were no more excuses. Life was her’s for the creating. PS. These days: her book…first draft finished! Her business…rocking. Her life…ON FIRE.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 20:19:40 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015