Move out of my way!

On the freeway, cars were close together when a truck signaled to get over. Ugh. Really? I was wondering if he was muttering, “Move out of my way!” I kindly let him over.

At the grocery store, have you wanted to grab a couple of items and there is another shopper with the cart parked right of where those items were at? Move out of my way…please.

Have we said what we wanted to do with our lives then were shot down, even when we carefully presented our case? Or were impetuous? We wanted to say, “Move out of my way!”

Throughout our lives, how often have we said those words in so many occasions?

Turns out after living my life wishing and wanting “those others” to get out of the way, it was me who needed to get out of my own way. Those old tapes that rewind and repeat we heard from our parents not being worthy and relevant; school teachers and school bus bullies; they tried to keep us down and even out. When abuse happens, it compounds our whole poor belief in ourselves. It isn’t necessarily other people or situations that blocked my way. On some of those occasions, it was a blessing that what I wanted to do didn’t happen. Sometimes those detours are important to either gain clarity or to gather more information.

Now that I am at a crossroads, I am learning to move out of MY way to see what happens next. It doesn’t mean I am just sitting in the chair watching television. I still need to take the action steps, work on a plan. I had no idea how far I am able and even willing to go to reach my dreams and passions. Funny how when I took that option, there are so many friends and other people along with my immediate family who are supporting me, helping me, to get there.

Give yourself the best gift by getting out of YOUR way.