Your New Life Awaits — Part 1

I read a statistic today that 93% of women are depressed or despondent towards there future!  I don’t know how they calculated this or if it is a gross exaggeration of the actual study; but ladies, even if we cut the number in half something is terribly wrong here!

Depression and despondency come from a lack of passion and joy in our days and weeks and months as they pass by.  They come from feeling trapped in a place, a job or a relationship that does not feed our soul.  They come from a life not lived–but merely endured or survived.

Most of us have moments of both joy and depression.  The question is in where are we most of the time?  Do our moments of joy kindly spice an otherwise dull existence just enough to keep us there?  Or do our moments of depression and despondency come when we occasionally forget to take care of ourselves and exhaustion sets in?  The first is a prescription for trouble.  The second is a wakeup call to recalibrate our priorities.

Many of us in the first scenario of joyful moments feeding us just enough to keep us stuck happen because we have created our own prison.  Before you put up your defenses and your story–stay with me.  Reflect on your own passage to your current life.  Most of us at some point or another choose to follow a certain “path” of how we project our womanhood to the world.  Whether it is because we were rejecting who our mothers were or because we followed their tradition does not matter.  How we got here–whether we saw power in this path or because we ran from the reaction people had to us when we attempted another path, or something in our history–no longer matters.  

What matters is what path we choose today.  Does it empower us to feel alive, or have we carved away huge parts of our feminine soul in order to “be” the role we have assumed.   Next time we will look at some generalized paths women are taking, how they affect us, and how we can break free from our own imposed prison if we find ourselves less than fully enthusiastic when we awake each day.

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