I’ve reflected on just how blessed I am in ways that I never would have prayed for on my own.
I’ve reflected on "choice," "free will," and questions like: “If I can’t attach myself to what I want to manifest in my life, then what’s the point of dreaming, envisioning or having imagination?”
I've reflected on all that I have achieved wondering how much of it was Source, how much of it was me manifesting, and how much of it was me willfully and determinedly forcing an outcome.
If you were to ask me today what my relationship is to Goddess, I’d say it’s complicated. We’ve had many ups and downs, periods when we didn’t speak, and too many emotional reunions to count.
It is a relationship that has ebbed and flowed and evolved. And no, I’m not having an existential crisis; my belief and faith in a higher power are resolute.
It’s just that as I get older, I become more aware of how little control I have over what happens in my life, and it makes me wonder if I ever had control.
I mean, of course, I can certainly do my part to intentionally curate the life I want. But as the saying goes (and rings frustratingly true more and more these days): “We plan, God laughs.”
So, whose life am I living? Whose life is this, anyway? Mine, or what was destined for me? Do I need to know? Does it even matter at this point?
Can I trust that what is destined for me will be better than what my puny little ego-centered human mind could ever come up with?
I guess time will tell. No need to decide now.
Check your horoscopes to see what’s in store for this week ahead, and don’t forget to read for your Ascendant sign too.