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Thoughts on Progress not Perfection

By on February 3, 2016
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Written by Colette Baron-Reid

Dearest Sparkly Being,

In this moment I’m aware that you’ve taken time to read this so I am sending you a virtual hug and a thank you and a moment of my sincere appreciation since I know you could be reading something else.

In the past few months I’ve seen more of you willing to add your voice to the comments and it makes me so happy. I imagine we are in a big circle surrounded with sparklers and luminous candles and fireflies and I begin sharing then pass a sacred talking stick around so you too can share your experience strength and hope.

So don’t be shy your thoughts are welcome here in our colorful tribe of unique individuals who share a common understanding of unity and Spirit.

This week has called me to really dive deep into my belief systems that have caused me to respond to life, make choices, and then react to the consequences of those choices. Emotions being rooted in the past, conditioning my body to remember and revisit old traumas, old ideas, truths and expectations are calling me to observe, to step back and see with a different lens.

How far have we come?

I don’t know about you (and love to hear) but I am at best a deliriously happy grateful silly (and sometimes serious) person, expecting good to come out of everything. At my best I am so darn sure that Spirit has my back that I think everything has a miracle hiding in it and it’s my job to find it.

I have that story well-rehearsed and as long as I act as if that were my reality more often and with consistency I experience a lot more ease due to that wonderful sense of inner peace. My outer world also responds in kind.

Conditions eventually reflect my consistent inner state of being. And, the conditions that don’t that have been set in motion by who knows what or why, are handled with grace and grit, acceptance and trust.

At worst I am wandering in spiritual amnesia, Chicken Little at the helm of my ship wailing The Sky is Falling after being bonked on the head by a teeny acorn. At worst I am flailing against temporary conditions as if they will always be that way, with no end in sight, trapped in a prison of my own making while all the keys to any lock ever existing are stuffed into my pockets or hanging round my neck. Even worse I don’t know I’m asleep!

My dear friend Dr Darren Weissman says Infinite Love and Gratitude is the lens through which to see everything. Even the most painful moments he says are gifts in strange wrapping paper.

For a couple days last week my back was so tweaked I could barely stand up. I went to a local chiropractor. When doing his adjusting thing it was really hurting at times and making me feel worse!

I was in full throttle Chicken Little mode wondering if this would be my life forever in pain and discomfort etc. etc. until he said casually that the pain was a sign that something was healing.

Ah. Bam.

That woke me up.

So in that moment I said yes to the pain and the next morning woke up good as new.

My back seizing up made sense as Olli our sweet fur baby has been getting progressively worse in spite of the medication she is on.

So I will admit that I’ve been failing miserably at acceptance and pretty much giving Spirit the finger (hoping no one notices) the result of which is falling prey to spiritual amnesia and freaking out. And, yup I got into the pity pot feeling sorry for myself grieving before I have to, and wailing that I can’t stand watching her deteriorate, how can this happen, life sucks, let’s pick a fight now with my husband etc. etc. ad infinitum.

BUT! In the overall scheme of things, I was still able to spend more time on the plus side of things, than asleep. The gift of practicing spiritual principles and consciously and deliberately observing the beauty in the dark consistently has an uncanny way of allowing the bouts of spiritual amnesia to last only so long. It’s like I have a limit to how long I get to wallow before something inside me throws cold water on me for a quick wake up.

I honestly prefer to see through the lens of miracles. I have a greater desire to find beauty than tragedy even if it appears that I might have a good excuse to choose that latter.

Many years ago I used to be addicted to seeing myself as a victim preferring drama and hardship because it was the most familiar thing in my life. Although I’m not perfect at my life by any means there is tangible progress. This progress came not because the outer conditions changed. I had to first surrender my old ways, deliberately rehearse new ones, committing to a conscious contact with Spirit and “acting as if.

You and I have the power to change perspective, perception and therefore vibration, and frequency and how that all translates in the conditions of our lives.

Will life sometimes give us lemons? You bet.

Can we make lemonade? Absolutely. But sometimes we will resist the recipe and make it too sour, sometimes too sweet, but it doesn’t matter. If we’re willing to be accountable for the energy we put out into the world, it’s ok that it’s progress not perfection.

Alrighty then it’s your turn! What’s your progress not perfection story this week?

Sending you bushels of love!

 

Collette Baron-ReidColette Baron-Reid is an intuitive counsellor and founder of the Master Intuitive Coach Institute. Her book, “Weight Loss For People Who Feel Too Much”  is available on Amazon and in book stores everywhere! colettebaronreid.com

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