Let’s make up a story….
Let’s say you’ve been married 10 years and you’ve not had much luck getting pregnant and you find out that someone else did and your husband is the father.
Let’s say, after much drama and therapy, you decide to make a go of it imagining that, if the marriage survives, it will be an amazing kind of love story.
Let’s say, you move from Southern California to Northern California and you start your life over. You find a house, in a delightful neighborhood, that accommodate your dog and cat; you settle in and the landlords become friends of yours.
Let’s say that part of that new life leads you to more seriously explore your creative talents instead of opening up your old business in a new location.
Let’s say it turns out you just pressed a pause button and that, with lack of support from without or even within, you succumb to your inner critic and return to that money-making business with which you had success before.
Let’s say that the marriage does not dissolve, though your creative dreams seem to, and you move from the transitional rental home with the big question mark aura around it to your pride-of-ownership let’s-put-a-period-on-this-thing home.
Let’s say things go along swimmingly for another tenyears.
Let’s say a shark in the waters and a large rogue wave rudely awaken you from a very long swim and you face the facts that the marriage never fully repaired itself and you become something of a wanderer.
Let’s say that wandering takes you to house-sittings, road-trips, more workshops than would fill a catalog, and roommates until you settle in a rental in a quiet mountain location with a beach nearby.
Let’s say that place you landed became your place of healing and solitude; that when you were ready to emerge, you knew you were going to give your all to your creative endeavors, even if the actual forms of those endeavors had changed; that in this healing place you also tamed that inner critic and fully supported yourself regardless of the opinions of others.
Let’s say in that emergence you crave community and commit to moving back to the old ‘hood.
Let’s say you get a call that leads you to a rental in that old ‘hood that has much of what you want in terms of natural surroundings and a pool, but the house, well, the house is old and the floor and windows have some “quaint” angles to them, the kind that make the inner ear question reality.
Let’s say you plunk your cash down anyway, go home to your little mountain sanctuary and then find yourself tossing all night. You know your body is sending the message loud and clear – “I can’t do this!”
Let’s say you call your old landlady, the one who is still your friend; the one who rented you that first house in N CA and ask her advice regarding how much is actually fair rent for a decent place in the old ‘hood.
Let’s say she says “If you are willing to spend that much [the amount you plunked down on the quaint and crooked place], you can have my house. I was going to charge $300 to $500 more for it, but if I can rent it to you I’m glad to reduce the rent to meet your price.”
Let’s say that house she is offering you turns out to be the very same house you lived in when you were deciding whether or not to stay married; when you were attempting to honor your creative talents and pursue your passion, but quit.
Let’s say, you say yes.
Well, that’s exactly what happened to me.
The way it happened, a phone call, a deposit, a sleepless night and another phone call all within 36 hours is what tickles me.
Someone asked me if I was nervous about being in the house and the energy of my past being there.
I’m not at all. I’ve been in the house. As soon as I walked through the door, I recognized the smell (as each home has its unique fragrance). I “saw” the ghosts of my past and I didn’t feel any anger or sadness toward them, only compassion. This is a good sign that I have truly healed. I also saw the opportunity to offer to the ghosts, especially the ghost of me, great comfort from the future. I love me and who I’ve become and all I would want the past me to know is how happy and loved she truly is; that she can be who she wants to be and create what she wants to create, fully supported.
Now this house has become the fork-in-the-road house, where two paths diverged. Back then, I took the road more or less traveled. Now I cycle back and live into the choice, the one that has to do with me and not my relationship, from a new place as a new me.
It’s not about arrivals, make goods and do-overs as much as the sacred and amazing opportunity to continue to be an explorer in the mystery of life.
And so now, I am living into this new perspective of:
Rewind – Splice – New Ending
Rewind the tape to that moment in time
Splice it and store away the old story
Write and live into the new story
Sure, what happened in-between happened and whether or not it needed to is moot, because it did.
What I do know is that I don’t need to tell the old story anymore and that living into the new story, rewrites the past anyway.
I know this new-old house served as a transitional home in the past and will do so again.
And I know that I’m excited about what’s possible in this one-delicious-moment-after-another now.
And you, dear reader, what is the story that’s grown stale and what is the new one that wants to emerge?
I welcome and relish your comments.
If you’d like to explore this by way of coaching, drop me a line and let’s see what we can create together.
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