I have to admit, I hate life lessons. It isn’t like I jump up and down giddy with anticipation, it is more like me rolling my eyes and sighing “not again”. However, once the lesson is complete, I am covered in gratitude. But, the key is the acknowledgment of it instead of trying to avoid it. I think the first thirty-five years of my life, I played hide and seek with those learning opportunities. So much so that they began to stalk me like an unwanted plague. What I resisted, just kept persisting until I was too exhausted to fight it anymore.
There is something so raw and vulnerable about opening yourself up to these growth moments. Don’t get me wrong, it can be scary shit, but it doesn’t linger as long as I show up and do the work. Being honest is helpful too, because my reality is based on truthful exposure. If I am lying to myself about a situation, then I am doomed to be stalked by the darkness and will continue to suffer. Suffering is completely voluntary, however, I know plenty who choose this way of living. To me, that seems a lot harder than simply embracing the difficulty, but that is something that individuals will need to discover for themselves.
Can I just say the more I am willing, the less I continue to suffer? I mean, seriously, who would want it any other way? Those who continue to play the role of victim are generally less willing to move forward and instead stay stuck doing the same thing over and over again. I want to live in the bliss. Drama no longer is attractive to me. I prefer to invite the lessons and reap the rewards even if part of the process is painful.