What do you do when the weight of something you’re carrying around is too heavy?

What do you do?

If you’re me…

You simply stop piling more ‘stuff’ on top of it.

You simply put down whatever it is you’re struggling to carry.

You don’t beat yourself up for trying to be strong, for trying to make it work, for struggling under your own self-inflicted nonsense.

You simply stop. Drop. And Roll…roll that mess right off your back and THEN Roll right out of the situation. You accept the role you played in that madness, forgive yourself for getting it twisted and then move forward.

But then, that’s just me.

** Don’t mind me Folks – life under construction here. Who needs a “hard hat” when they have a “hard HEAD”? *smh*

I’m learning. I promise.

On Tuesday night, when I gave my little talk, one of the things I told the attendees is we need to live our lives ON PURPOSE…meaning that each of us HAS a purpose (even if we’re afraid to admit it to anyone, even to ourselves) and that each of us is here ON Purpose (none of us are “accidental” beings). I don’t believe much, if anything, happens in our lives as a result of an “accident”.

Need a “For Instance”? Ok…read back over the first part of this post. Done?

Now read the story posted below. It is no accident that while I’m in this frame of mind – this setting down of things, this letting go of “stuff”, this space that rewards my “lifting weight” – I just happen upon this story. It is not a new story to me. I’ve heard it before. I’ve read it before.

But you know what?

Like I also told the attendees on Tuesday, sometimes it’s not always about people saying something “new” to you (after all, they say there’s nothing ‘new’ under the sun)). Sometimes you just need to listen in a different way. (Ahhhhh, I love fresh epiphanies!)

Anywho, enjoy your weekend. Find some time for yourself. Give yourself over fully to those moments.

Here’s the story:

There was a dog that sat on the porch howling in pain all day and all night long. People in the neighborhood would always hear the dog, and wonder why he was always howling. One day a neighbor was walking by the house, and saw the owner on the porch with the dog.

“Why does your dog howl like that? He sounds like he’s in pain,” the neighbor said.

“He is in pain,” said the owner. “He’s sitting on a nail.”

“A nail,” the neighbor said. “Is he stuck?”

“Nope,” said the owner.

“So why doesn’t he just get up?” said the neighbor.

The owner replied: “It must not hurt that bad.”

How bad does it have to hurt before I get off MY nail? Before I stop piling “stuff” up on my own shoulders, weighing myself down?

Until something changes….NOTHING changes.

I’ve decided never to ask myself again “How bad can it be?”

I’m replacing that with “How good can it get?” (Just asking that question gives me the tingles. *giggle*)

But hey, that’s just me. And like I said, my life is under construction. Gotta tell you, I am LOVING the foundation.

Live Joyfully,
*~* MsJayy *~*