I am not a big fan of loose ends.
I like things “complete,” tidy. I like the energy tucked in and breathing steadily, resting.
I believe in the power of “Completing our Incompletes,” making room for our next creation, free from wayward crumbs and gritty bits.
And I live in a country where I am noticing that loose ends tend to sprout easily.
This morning it comes to my attention that in the last few weeks a small bundle of them has started to make an itchy nest.
My immigration papers.
Over the course of several months, I have gathered many documents, flown to the US to meet with the Mexican consulate. I then came back to Mexico where I gathered more documents and spent a whole day at the immigration office. Minutes before closing, I was told to return in three weeks to pick up my residency card.
My yearly car registration.
I waited in line, filled out papers on line, printed them, walked to the store to pay the fee, was told that the new plates would be delivered to my home eventually.
My land contract.
Countless exchanges with the lawyer, several switched appointment times, almost two hours around a big table with all parties exchanging pleasantries, many colorful pesos passed across the large table - then told to come back and pick up the contract when I got a call in a couple of days. That was almost two weeks ago.
So now, because that’s about the only thing I can do, I breathe through it all, keeping a tidy folder of Incompletes and learning a new layer of Trusting.
And I go to the beach.
Coming back from the fruit store this morning, I momentarily questioned "how I do things." And then I didn't. And then I wanted to share that process with you, because I think you will relate to it
Here is the link - Mexico sounds included:
What do YOU think?
The first time you hear about it, it seems impossible, insurmountable.
No way you can do this. You don’t know how. You don’t know the people who know how. Even if you did, it would take forever.
No way. Too much. Too hard.
But you want it.
So one day, when the No Ways are napping, you look into this a little bit more.
Maybe you brew a nice fragrant pot of tea and sit down to some online research. Maybe you invest a hundred dollars in asking someone the exact questions you need to feel less scared, to feel bigger.
Maybe you dare to make a plan.
Maybe you take the next tiny right step.
Then another. Then one more.
Little by little, you get to know this thing and you find that when you talk about it, it feels familiar, manageable, almost friendly. Possibly fun.
The next step. Then the next.
Almost no fear left, just a little tingle of “holly s** I’m doing this,” once in a while. Mostly, not much. Just some good steps, some solid steps.
You’ve up leveled.
It feels good, it feels real. It feels like you.
And the next time the No Ways try to whisper in your ear, you may just answer: Yes Way.
SCARED OF THE SACRED