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She Served Me Well, Now Let Her Die

Interesting title for a Monday morning don’t you think? This is a concept that last week became so clear to me, almost in stark contrast to the understanding I’ve integrated through years of self-discovery, but it’s an all-over liberating feeling.

Who I have been, where I have been, what I have done and achieved or not achieved, that version on of me no longer exists… she served me well, now let her die.

Nobody panic. I’m not about to shuffle off the mortal coil (at least I hope not). This simple statement is a testament to an even simpler truth: I’ve evolved.

We mostly begin new situations with a resume or curriculum vitae of what entitles you to be here, as if breathing requires justification or certification of competence but in so reciting your life experience you dwell on past manifestations of yourself and you quite frankly can’t be that person again. It’s like attempting to fill a glass from a fast flowing river with the exact same water twice… once it’s passed you by its gone forever.

Letting the old self die is a celebration of growth not a thing to be mourned. You have been gifted with knowledge and wisdom, skills and life hacks as a result of the experiences you have traversed, but if you are looking now to experience a new set of circumstances in your life then you simply cannot keep telling the old story of you.

Today was created from yesterday, if you keep repeating yesterday’s story then tomorrow will look exactly like today. That’s terrific if today is exactly what you hoped your life would look like but after a while stagnation will ruin even your most precious dream…

Just like the fast flowing river we are meant to flow to the ocean, which then evaporates and makes clouds, which fall as rain and start a new cycle all over again. The fresh rain doesn’t keep banging on about what happened when it used to be the vast ocean and the ocean appreciates but never mentions the rain.

Who you are today needs no excuses, no justification, no preamble… let your innate kindness, light and loving heart speak for itself. Let your wit and wisdom keep pace with the pack… a history can be exaggerated but a genuine intent always finds its place.

She served me well, now let her die.

Principles 2 and 4.

More later… x