I am as Type A as you can get in this world. I have spent a lifetime slaying accomplishments, making proactive "To Do" lists, and writing down all my goals so I can systematically measure my success. Some call it anal, but I prefer the euphemism of "productive." That being said, my entire life's philosophy was thrown out the window when I moved home to be with my family as my dad continues to battle cancer. For the first time in my life, I didn't have a clue as to what I was going to do, much less a plan for how I was going to make my dreams come true.
After sitting in this unknown abyss for the first two weeks, I finally surrendered my life's plan to the big guy who created me. Now regardless of your religious affiliation, I think the majority of people agree that something greater than ourselves governs us from above. Whether your version wears a yamaka, adorns scars on his wrists and feet, sports a Buddha belly or has polka dots, I had revelations that the god of my understanding is far wiser than I ever could be. I've spent a lifetime listening to this concept of "surrendering" without fully understanding how to go about doing that. You see, learning to just be is about as foreign a concept to me as calculus is to an infant.
So as you can imagine, I need meditation almost as much as air, water, and a warm place to sleep. It's usually the things you need the most in life, though, that are the hardest to swallow. My last three months at home have been a test in every way possible, challenging my need to be productive, and the inevitable nirvana I'm addicted to when I cross something off my list. Yet in this space is where I let go and let god, and naturally, the real magic happens.
My fear of being out of Los Angeles and potentially losing huge opportunities was recently put to the test. Now if you know anything about me, you know that my not-so-secret dream has always been to host a morning show. It may sound silly, but as a motivational speaker for the past four years, there are few scenarios that inspire me as much as the thought of making someone’s day a little brighter. Well sure enough, it takes me moving home to get the call of a lifetime. It wasn't me scrolling through my contacts or sending in resumes; it was a random phone call from an agent I'd met four years before who thought I might be perfect to host the Fox show, Good Day LA.
Three days later, I was prepping for a 9 a.m. meeting. I was always told that faith is believing that anything is possible. Who knows what will come of it, but all I know is that I'm continuing to learn the art of letting go, breathing deeper, and taking the time to smile at others.
So whatever you're fighting for, working towards or grinding night and day to achieve, just remember that sometimes the best thing you can do is pause long enough for the big guy in the sky to show up and make magic happen. Remember that you are beauty-full, and everything you need you already possess, so whatever you can imagine is possible. You are unconditionally loved, perfectly flawed, and precisely where you are supposed to be right now. All works out as it should, so smile and enjoy the ride.
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