Winter has a keen and piercing way of calling you out. The cold strips you of your comfy blanket of warmth. I don’t mean the tangible covers we use for bedding. I mean the blanket of pretense, of facade, of fakery, of niceties, of compliance, of broken down dreams, and of covert neglect. Maybe we don’t like to admit that, but it sure is wearying to try and wear the mask. Winter is calling me out.
I haven’t written a Real Talk post in months mostly because life, work, and a zillion other little distractions that kept getting in the way. But here’s the thing about living an authentic life; you can’t go far or be fully you if the real you is always ducking in and out of shady corners, pretending it’s all good, or shirking the whisper to “be” you. Let’s get real here.
Life ain’t all good all the time. I don’t mean to be a negative-ninny, but can I be real with you for a moment? Life is HARD. It pressures you to respond from circumstance rather than priority. It plays the tyranny-of-the-urgent role in trying to make you think you have to get AllTheThings done RIGHT NOW. It. Just. Won’t. Quit.
But then there comes the oddest of whispers, and its name is incongruous. It’s fancy adjective talk for dissonance, or as the Google search dictionary puts it “not in harmony or keeping with the surroundings or other aspects of something.” Perhap these are heavy words for winter when the weight and heaviness of dead things is upon us all. Consider the “something” in your life that is not in harmony.
I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of carrying dead things. I’m tired of trying to be all things to all people all the time. Since my word for the year is rest, the whisper of things in my life being incongruous is deafening. I hear you soul. You have my attention. I am listening. Today I’m choosing to lean in to the misfit noise. I want to prune with purpose and cut away those dead branches that don’t give me life.
Today I give myself permission to simply be myself – as I am, where I am, and without excuse. I am inviting harmony. I’m choosing to say no to dissonant clamor so the spring in my heart can bloom.Prune with purpose and cut away those dead branches that don't give life. #writethereal Click To Tweet
What about you? What would happen if you stopped and listened? What is life whispering? What does the dissonance and incongruity have to say? Let’s take a moment and lean in to the hush the incongruous whispers.
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