PUT DOWN THE FUCKING JOURNAL, AND BECOME THE NEXT LEVEL YOU NOW
I’m going to help you solve the problems of your discontent, your disheartedness, rid your psyche once and for all of your sad and lonely silly little self who thinks she doesn’t know what to do, how to extricate herself from confusion and the muddliness of it all, or REALLY –
Can I tell you something I KNOW you needa hear?
You already know how to be.
You already know who to be.
You already know WHAT to be.
I get that it feels messy, and sticky, and you’re not sure whether it’s this strategy or that one which would be best for you for now, but here is what I’ve found for sure:
It’s all a fucking myth.
The idea that you’re stuck on this one little bit of soil, turning round and round and round, making things work really not too bad for where you’re at but with NO clue which way to leap or what tools you might need to do so?
It’s all just total bullshit.
Certified and laminated bullshit.
The truth is that you ALWAYS know what to do, you always know how to do it, the way is always open to you if only you’d be willing to take it, and the pathway is just ITCHING for you to get on out there and lay it!
“Oh, but Kat! I journal and look within and meditate and vision ALL THE TIME, and I’m still not sure. It all just feels so same-samey! I’ve been to the depths of my naval and back again, I’ve gazed for so long that I nearly glazed the fuck right into another realm, and I don’t really feel like I have any more clarity then when I started! Maybe I’m even more confused!”
Oh my sweet pea.
Oh my lovely little muffin.
Oh my darling chickpea child.
STOP BEING AN INACTIVE FUCKING MORON.
Put down the damn journal.
Throw away the pen.
(If it’s a Mont Blanc, which it should be, then place it away carefully).
Get your head out of your belly-button or your ass and STOP TALKING THE SAME SHIT TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS / MENTORS / ANIMALS ABOUT IT, and then – ?
THEN?
Well my beautiful but clearly bonkers badass –
“DUH KAT, THAT IS THE WHOLE ENTIRE POINT, I WOULD BE DOING THE WORK IF I KNEW WHAT THE DAMN WORK WAS!”
Sigh.
Are we really going to go there again?
Here is how you find the work.
All the work.
Of being you.
a) You let go of the idea of needing to find the work in order to do the work
b)
no, there is no b, that’s not how it works and anyhow I fell asleep for a second at the idea of steps.
You can’t make the shit up until you’re in the shit.
Whirring and twirling with it, you know?
(sounds messy … trust in the mess …)
the way that you know what to DO is literally –
because it’s what you did.
because it’s what came out.
because it unfolded like that, and then you looked back, and woah – !
wtf WAS that? how did it go DOWN like that? who woulda think?!
But you try to predict it?
Plan it?
Pretty and properly lay it out?
Yeah …
Nah.
You’ll be bored as fuck before you even get through half a sentence.
^^^ this is why you overeat.
over scroll.
over numb.
etc.
and it is also all only ADDED to by you repeatedly trying to turn within to get clarity.
At a certain point m’dear –
You GOTTA put down the damn journal and just decide to get into the fray.
You don’t need to know anything but the first step and in fact you don’t even need to know THAT!
When I let go,
I trust that I will fly
When I step forward,
I trust the path will appear before me
When I enter the dance,
I trust I will be able to keep up, and that the steps which come out of me will be the steps which were always FOR me!
So,
while I know that it can feel OH so hard,
when you’re already feeling stuck
struggling with being down
motivation and drive has left the building
the way is as it has always been
Yours is not to know how you will play the game my love,
yours is just to put yourself in it
little tip?
the game is not you writing endless fucking journal pages to try and understand the game
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