I’ve often heard when the student is ready, the teacher will appear. I believe this to be true, but often wondered how they might appear, where, when. I know this is not mine to know, but to trust. It’s one of the things we can ask to be shown to us clearly in a way that we understand.
Sometimes its an article, a blog, a book rather than a face to face meeting with a guru or expert as we might expect. Either way, you know. It smacks you in the face, it jumps off the page or bookshelf at you. It’s like a song you hear for the first time and it’s as if someone captured your exact thoughts and put them to music.
Recently, Danielle Laporte posted a two-part blog – Leaving the Church of Self-Improvement for the Temple of Me. All I can say is holy amazeballs. There are so many lines I want to quote, so many things I want share with you and converse about. But I’ll let you read it unbiased, for yourself, to take away what you will.
I will share why it was so powerful to me.
Can you obtain happiness by self-improvement? Can the two co-exist? How do you find the balance? These were things I had written down as part of a list my coach had me write of questions I was avoiding answering – just before I got the email with Danielle’s post. A friend forwarded me the email, not sure if I was on the mailing list; she said she thought of me as soon as she saw it. I had been pondering this for awhile, and had come up with no answers. I questioned if my question was valid or unintelligent or way too in my own head. It wasn’t something I could just share over coffee with a co-worker or open up for conversation (at least not expecting much of a response on Facebook). And so I wondered and wandered.
And then I read. This was meant to be shown to me at this time, I knew. Of course, I overanalyzed at first. I tried to create a checklist of sorts, or pinpoint where exactly I had gone wrong in MY quest based on HER experience. I searched again for an answer that was inside of me all along.
I did what I never do. I put it down. I walked away. For days. And then I came back to it. All over again, I felt as if this were meant for me right now. But I understood it differently than I had the first several reads. I let it sink in without questioning, without looking for some secret agenda or hidden meaning. Suddenly it made sense.
I hope you’ll read it, and I hope you find it as enlightening as I did. I also hope you’ll share your thoughts in the comments, or thoughts on something you’ve had a similar experience.