Growing Up

 There seemed to be a chasm between the wanting and the willingness to change. I couldn’t wish my way over to the other side by myself; my fairy godmother wasn’t going to wave her magic wand to get me there, nor was there a deus ex machina in the wings, ready to swoop me over. Staying stuck in the wishing and wanting kept me in child mode.

Growing up takes the recognition of childishness coupled with the willingness to hitch up my drawers and take action. If I am to build a bridge across that chasm, I need to drop childish pride - “I can do it myself!” - and accept all the help that’s offered. I take it all to my Engineer and ask for guidance, then I dive into the work.

I have fun in the process; playtime and recess are part of the work. I find joy in knowing that this bridge is mine to cross. The work itself becomes a contentment deep within my grown-up self. I gain strength of character, knowledge that I can meet my challenges head-on, assurance that my Source will always help me when I feel shaky, and the companionship of those who have crossed their own chasms between child and adult.

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