Fly High Now

by Adrienne B.

     If there is such a thing as a prelife planning session in a supreme heavenly place where each spiritual soul must map the purpose and events of their human life, then I must have been there against my will.  If I did find myself sitting around a crystal golden conference table amongst the advisory angels, I probably was not an active participant.  In fact, I am sure I was probably quite rebellious during each conversation concerning my reluctant, but I’m guessing necessary deployment to planet Earth.  I imagine that I was kicking and screaming as they shoved me out the Pearly Gate and down the brilliantly lit tunnel landing in St. Louis in 1962.  Perhaps this is why I have never felt at home in this magnificent, curiously wild world. 

     I must admit, most things frighten me.  Traveling to unfamiliar places, navigating the stormy waters of technology, not having enough, having too much, accepting a challenge and failing, accepting a challenge and succeeding… because Yikes! What then?  The biggest fear is, what if I don’t accomplish what I was sent here to do.  Will I be forcefully sent back again? 

     Two thirds of my life is over and fear has not served me well.  So, my last years will be spent facing my fears.  I will travel, I will make enough to live and be generous,  I will challenge myself and not worry if I fail.  Afterall, there is always something else in this wild world to try.   And who knows, in the muck and mire of it all of trying new things and following my own heart, I just may accomplish my true purpose for coming here.       My advice to the young is to pay attention to your own desires of your heart and follow your intuition because this is the voice of God speaking directly to you.  We should take some risks because the feeling of accomplishment and success is worth the price, so they say.  So… take that trip, write that book, jump out of that plane, surf that wave, run that race, climb that mountain, ride that horse, learn that second language, audition for that role, try out for that team, start that business, get that degree, apply for that job, or in the spirit of Rocky Balboa… fight that fight.  And if we fail, sometimes or a lot… so what. Perhaps we are here to try again and again and again.  I wish I had found these truths when I was 23 instead of 63, but as they say, “Better late than never”.   By the way, who are “They” anyway?  I’ve always wanted to meet “They”.  Perhaps “They” are a bunch of advisory angels sitting around a crystal golden conference table cheering us on with the Rocky theme song playing loudly in the background