I didn’t know I was holding my breath, until I stopped.
Just had a significant conversation. Significant in that it revealed to me just how much I had been sitting on my hands, driving with the breaks on, not being fully expressed, fabulous me (btw – that is not just straight arrogance – I feel we are all fabulous selves, just waiting for that full expression). The conversation didn’t change my circumstances any, just changed how I feel about them.
Without revealing details of the conversation (because some of the participants in the conversation are more private than others), suffice it to say that speaking the real truth, just the “what is right there in front of us” truth, is powerful. It changes things, might even change the truth. I would assert that we know which conversations are those conversations – because we feel some trepidation, some vulnerability when we consider having them. That Truth Telling – the speaking from the heart, and saying what is so from a loving and open place. From a curious and heart-centred place. There is not just power there, but magic too.
And the magic of this one? Well I have already said, right? Getting me back. And it was instant. It was as if I had been hiding behind a curtain, waiting for my line, and then BOOM, out I came, full volume, full range and fully alive. Full body laughter, playfulness, surrender and trust. I was in the flow, and all was good. Not sure how I had managed to tuck that away, and I need to admit to myself that I will probably do it again from time to time – but the juxtaposition of the two selves really was a gift and I look forward to more of the real, more of the power and more of that kind of conversation.
I am full of gratitude.
What meaningful conversation have you been avoiding recently (you know, the one you need to have)?
