As I begin week four of Tools, I cannot believe how much I have changed. It is not that I have changed into a different person, someone that I don't recognize. No, on the contrary, I am beginning to recognize the person that is my best self emerging little-by-little.
I catch glimpses of her as I smile and say hello to myself in the morning. She is there and she loves and accepts all that I am.
No, in these past three weeks I have grown into forgiveness of my past mistakes, my past fears, my past ignorance of my greatness.
I have learned that fear is not only false evidence appearing real, but it is a thief and a robber of my true self. I would not welcome a thief into my home to plunder and pilfer my worldly possessions, so it is utterly ridiculous for me to say "hey, fear, come on in. Take what you want. It doesn't matter. I don't matter. There is nothing important in this place of my soul."
Instead, in just three short weeks, I have looked fear dead on made the calls that I needed, saw the people that required my attention, dreamed the dreams that my soul needs to nourish itself. I have gotten in the game, balanced my checkbook, organized my office, and pruned those who do not value me from my life.
It is amazing how brave I have become in just three weeks.