When I first started this blog, I grappled with whether there was any point to sharing my stories. Questions like: Will anyone read this blog? Will anyone comment? Who will care? Will anything I have to say, matter? I'm here today to tell you that your story matters. It does. Really.
I considered starting my blog in 2010-2011 and for all the questions above and more, I didn't. I held myself back. Do I regret holding myself back? No, not really. Only a little part of me wishes that I had just made those entries on my blogspot blog. I went through not only a physical transition in 2010-2011 but the first of many mental shifts as well. My family and I relocated to my husband's hometown of Brisbane and I left my birthplace of Sydney after 30+ years. It was tough. The first 9 months were a test of my resilience. I missed my parents. I missed by bestie. I missed what I was used to. I am a very practical person - a complete comfort junkie - trackies, ugg boots, mashed potato, herbal tea and a blanket represent familiarity, home and comfort to me. Brisbane wasn't Kansas anymore you could say. I was scared that my daughter who was 4 at the time would not remember the close bonds she had with my parents since her birth. I missed not knowing where to go and how to get there and I missed impromptu catch ups and dinner with my friends. I missed regular date nights with my husband. It took 9 months before the tears no longer welled up when I thought about what I had left behind. I began to allow presence to be my focus, to be grateful for where we moved and what that meant for us as a family. A better lifestyle, a slower pace and more possibilities than ever before. I embraced ease and decided to reinvigorate myself by doing some classes I always wanted to try in Sydney, but never got around to - hula hooping and circus aerials. They were fun but I wasn't cut out for multiple bruises every week and my sinewy arms couldn't pull me up the silks! This was also around the time I returned to creativity after a long absence. I took an online art journaling class and discovered connections all over the world making art. That's when my healing journey began. The return to creative practice and fun was set off by taking an experimental drawing class at Brett Whiteley Studio a month or so before relocating. I realised very quickly I needed creativity and art in my life. It was a part of my life force that I had held myself back from for far too long.
Can you see what I'm getting at yet? We all have stories to tell. We might not know it at the time but when we have the opportunity to look back - not because we want to live in the past, but because we want to see how far we've come - we begin to learn that there are lessons to be shared with others from our unique transitions and journeys through life.
Each day we are making stories, lots of little events, mundane tasks and experiences. If you still don't think your story matters, think about all the bloggers you follow, authors whose books you always buy and artists whose prints grace your walls and shelves. They all have their story and you welcomed them into your life and became part of theirs. Each story, event and experience contributes to the beautiful and complex fabric of our lives. Honour them.
If you aspire to write or create or do anything new which may seem big and scary, do it anyway. Don't wait for the perfect time, or more experience before you pursue your dream. You gain experience by doing. You make discoveries by trying. Don't be your own roadblock. This is the perfect time to start something new, to try something you have always wanted to do, to transform yourself and maybe hop onto a new path. Who knows where it will take you? I'm willing to find out. Stop standing in the queue, step out, emerge and live your life to the full. Heal, grow, learn - do what it takes to set your dreams in motion.
One big lesson I learned recently was to allow what I want, in. I set the wheel of manifestation in motion and from that I have started to see the results. But you have to invest, you have to allow, you have to try, you have to give in order to receive. Investment is not about money. Investment in my definition means self-trust, it means time and it means feeling worthy of taking the time and a willingness to face fears and my Shadow side in order to push my barriers (the roadblocks and obstacles I put in my way) while also keeping my boundaries (protective walls to prevent external factors - like what people say - from making my choices for me) up.
Don't know where to start? Then maybe I can help. Share your dream, aspiration or intention in the comments below. I'll choose a card from one of my tarot or oracle decks as guidance.
Stay tuned for a post later this week on 11 transformative tools that have supported my journey in the last 12 months. Maybe they'll support, guide you to your purpose and transform your life too.
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Hello, I'm Sharyn: Gutsy Girl Chieftess, Founder of of Gutsy Girl and Gutsy Girls Will Rule The World. I am the Creatrix of Sacred Circle Leadership Training and Gutsy Mantras.
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