Time, Love...It's Only a Change of Time Part 3

And I did my best. And with a few speed humps along the way...I've come a long way. Some things are the same, some things are very different. Like clockwork, I'm reminded how incredibly amazing the journey has been, and I'm right where I am suppose to be. The good, the challenging, the messy, the success, and the growth. Life is definitely more simple, some of my doing, some doings just by happenstance.

And in these unplanned, crazy, in-between moments we call life, that's where this journey becomes the real deal. What I call the Scenic Route...not just the Point A to Point B...but the route with an undefined ETA and the simplest of directions:

1. Establish an ending.
2. Nurture the in-between moments.
3. Cultivate a new beginning.

Ultimately, the SR is where we learn how to simplify, and BE, really.  And how to let go of things that no longer have a use for us, and leave space for the things not willing to leave. Sometimes the route to simplicity is an easy journey - 1,2,3 and there. With other things it is a more deliberate journey, a one two three - inhale, exhale, repeat...undefined route to experiencing ourselves.

This past year, at the studio we had a no excuse zone. And lately, I've been thinking a lot about excuses (aka bullshit) and how often we allow excuses to interfere with our SR...on a daily basis. And how easy it is to recognize and get over it...if we so choose...

Get over it. It's the very subject matter of this blog, it's a saying I use daily with myself, my dancers, and my friends. I use it to encourage my dancers to keep trying and not give up. I say it with the sincerest honesty when speaking with my friends. And mostly in conjunction with an eye roll when speaking to myself. Especially when I'm being a little less than brave...or making excuses.

Simply stated: I've figured out that life happens, in a very simple way, when I get over it. When I stop making excuses. I accomplish goals, experience myself and things, become aware, and grow. And when all of these complexities collide, a simple life is experienced in the most raw sense.

So somewhere along the scenic route...or currently, what I refer to as my Reconciliation Ride...I'm finding my simple self again.