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Remember the movie Freaky Friday  in which the mother and daughter inhabit each others body and chaos ensues until, finally, they have a deeper understanding of the other? Anyone else feel like they are living that right now? No? Just me? Okay.

I have been using this time of Covid-19 and quarantining ( I talk about that here ) to delve even deeper into this new direction that I am headed; to sift through the pieces that no longer serve me and to gather the ones that will; to draw closer to those that support my goals and to become aware of those who don't. My dreams are big and new and intimidating at times, and I am discovering a fresh determination welling up on the inside. This time has been good and necessary.

And here is where the freaky friday reel begins to play, except there is no one else. Just the me before the corona virus and the me during. It's like I know who I was then, and I can see the shift into who I am now. and there is a gap that I am unsure of how to navigate. I see those around me responding in ways that offer a glimpse into who they are becoming - better. evolved. more loving. more empathetic. more giving. more, in every good way. I want that for my own growth, and I am drawn to it, to them, like a moth to flame. And I am becoming more  as well. But, I also see those around me responding in ways that offer a glimpse into who they were - less than what they were created for in the now. There is no condemnation in this - only growing awareness - because I too have these moments of not living up to my fullest potential. It is like the me of before is fighting the me of now, even though this me is most definitely the better  me, the more  me.

And so, I am leaning into that me, the before me, with all of this me, the now me, and we are working out those fears, and those resistant fragments, and all those pieces that just want to be safe and live in the familiar and the known. Together, we are riding this wave of unknown and unchartered territories, systematically healing the inner division and reassembling into the real and the true and the more that I am called to be.

In this time of unrest and uncertainty, may we all reframe this experience into one that adds more  to who we are, to our lives, and to the lives of those around us. 







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