You know what to do

Right now, as you read this sentence, you know how to change your life.

You know it without the aid of a prayer, a book, a counselor, a how-to guide or wise advice from a friend. They can all be useful. Sometimes their words spark something in you that you needed, but it’s a reawakening – a remembering of your own power.

Because if you’re honest with yourself, you know what to do.

Marianne Williamson said; “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.” She’s often right.

Even as we aspire to our greatness we have a habit of putting it in others hands. Maybe it has been schooled out of us by an education system that taught us to accept truth as prescribed, to wait for instructions before moving forward.

It could be a culture of marketing, convincing us we need everything from useless kitchen items to life’s step-by-step to succeed.

Maybe it’s our family or friends, passing on their own doubts or fuelling the ones we already had.

Perhaps we’ve just gotten used to looking out instead of in.

It doesn’t matter why though does it? Because it’s really just about taking our power back.

Try this experiment; think about an area of your life you’d like to improve. It could be work, love or family. It might be a lifelong goal or an emotional habit. You might want to conquer Everest or stop sneaking chocolate at night.

Now ask yourself one step you could take towards changing it.

You got it, didn’t you? Your subconscious didn’t even hesitate.

See the thing is, we don’t need to know every step before us. We need to know one. We need to stop over-thinking that first step and act on instinct – our instinct. The next step will come.

We’ve convinced ourselves of the enormity of change. The reality is that a friendship can be nurtured with a phonecall, a relationship improved with a lingering hug, a weight loss journey begun with one choice.  It might be as simple as taking a deep breath when your kids make you flustered, or picking up an industry magazine for the career that inspires you. The results of change can be enormous – but the doing should be organic. It’s just about getting out of our own way.

“But if I know what to do, and I don’t always do it, what does that make me?” Human. It’s ok not to be perfect right now. It’s ok not to act on every inspired thought or idea – but don’t give them away, don’t make them harder.

Enjoy your books, exchange advice with your friends, see a counselor or make a plan – if it helps you, do it. 

Just come from that place of ease, because in this moment and in any other – you know what to do.

Copyright Nirvana Dawson 2012

That’s My Power Source

It stood out like a beacon, one silver hair on top of my little boys head.  I stroked his dark locks away from it, surprised, and murmured “Bodhi, you have a silver hair!”

Quick as a flash he pulled away “Well don’t pull it out!” he gasped “that’s my power source!!”

I’m getting some power sources of my own lately. They sprout, my husband tells me, from the very top of my head, shying away from anywhere I can spot them. Clever of them, because I pluck them on sight.

“Don’t worry about them,” my husband reassures me lovingly “I like older women.” Sweet, if I weren’t younger than him.

But I’m wondering if they really are a power source of sorts.  I’ll soon be 32, which by my son’s standards is “really, really incredibly old.” By my parent’s standards it’s laughably young. By my standards it’s somewhere quite fabulous.

With aging comes apathy – about the things that used to seem such a huge deal in the past. I find myself less bothered by the ‘what ifs’, the maybe’s, the shoulds or shouldn’ts. I’m less held back by my self-imposed rules. That apathy is a little bit awesome.

With aging comes perspective – which simplifies complex things and gives the wisdom to question things that once seemed simple.  I love that. I love it when life poses questions for us, and we run with them, enjoying a meaty debate with ourselves as we wonder for the sake of wondering and question because we learn just by doing so.

With aging comes appreciation – of the things that have passed and of those we have now.  The ability to look back and realize how damn precious those moments were, those freedoms, those feelings, allows us to live them again in a way. It carves them deeper into our memories, gives them more texture in our reflections. And we get how fast it goes – these bits – the bits right now that seem daft or funny or easy or exhausting, and it reminds us to really grab onto them and squeeze every last drop out of them, because before we know it they’ll be memories and we want to be able to reflect back on them with all the richness they deserve.

With aging also comes a healthy shiver of fear – because I’m suddenly aware of the fleetingness of this time, when I’m still young enough to get away with things, so I’m pushed to enjoy the physicality of where I am just that little bit more.  To gain a little more pleasure from being in my skin.

It’s not that there’s anything more precious about the age I am than any other – but sometimes youth seems like an endless summer that we can laze through because nothing changes. Aging is that first hint of crisp autumn air that reminds us to suck up every ray of sun.

So even as my hand twitches towards the tweezers, I feel more than a little bit fortunate for my silver power sources, they bring much power indeed.