In an effort to add some excitement to my morning walk to work, I took an unusual turn. Instead of walking down the same street, looking at the same storefronts and sights, a little voice in my head told me to do something different today.
As I strolled down the tree lined street, I noticed something shiny on the ground. I walked toward it, noticed it was a notebook, and picked it up- wet and all. Wiping off the morning dew, I opened it, expecting it to be filled out; left on the sidewalk as trash.
It was brand new.
Not only were the pages blank, but it matched my aesthetic: blank and rose gold, complete with a heart.
I thought about the feminine design, symbolizing my own willingness to open my heart- and to open to a new page.
We may hold onto the past or regret decisions we have made, but every twist, turn, and detour has a deeper purpose. These turns may have an unexpected outcome or a beautiful surprise, but when we live in the present moment, we will discover an important lesson:
Our true purpose is to live in the joy of our everyday journey.
Sometimes we just have to start our day off a little differently and be open to what comes our way.
It’s so interesting to see how living with a high vibration can change your everyday encounters with the people around you.
Case in point, at my last job (a stern law office with many unhappy people), my happy-go-lucky personality and friendly demeanor was, well, uncomfortable for others. It took me a month or two to realize this, but then after watching an episode of “Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt” I realized I probably had to tone it down a notch (does anyone know what episode I’m talking about? So good).
Nevertheless, I tried. I tried to “keep my head down,” stay quiet, and focus on work I had no interest in. It was nearly impossible though, because as a creative type and lightworker, I wanted to engage, connect, and make the office more pleasant. Alas, I was required to take orders from young attorneys who didn’t understand social media and type up documents I wasn’t trained on.
After three and a half months of this, I knew this legal job would be the last; as I stepped into the person I have learned I am, I needed to find a more suitable environment.
Perhaps this job would have worked well for me when I arrived in Boston in December 2016. I was broken yet optimistic, eager to learn yet still finding her footing. The structure of a more corporate environment could have shaped me into a completely different person than I am today- but fortunately, I was surrounded by healing, artistic, loving people who taught me the joys of meditation, kindness, and self-love.
That brings me to today- over a year and a half after I first arrived in Boston to start a new life. I have come a long way since that chilly December morning when I landed at Logan Airport, and my self-discovery journey will continue every day for the rest of my life.
In my first Mindful in Style YouTube video, I chatted about how carrying a high vibration can affect you (and others) in even a fun, energetic environment where you feel of service and (think you) fit in. Something small, yet still stung, happened today- but I was able to quickly put it into perspective.
Perhaps I could have taken their comments the wrong way, or perhaps others actually were being cruel- but as I left my new job today, I heard people making fun of me when they thought I had left.
Had I not used a goofy word, “weekend-ish,” been so upbeat, or flat out said “this job is fun,” perhaps they wouldn’t have teased me. Maybe it didn’t matter what I did. Maybe they’re going through their own issues. Despite the reasons, it does not matter.
I don’t have to let the outside world determine my internal condition.
As I looked at Boz the bear when I came home today, I smiled and sat on my bed. I remembered how far I have come, and how petty frustration or sensitivity is so unimportant in my life today. I can finally say goodbye to the defensive, snappy person with a guard up and a chip on her shoulder and live with grace, not aggression.
Hopefully those people enjoy their weekend as much as I do, and maybe, just maybe, they’ll use the word “weekend-ish” one day, too.