The Field of Ghostly Winds

I have been changing things up in my life lately and I was reminded of the extreme discomfort change brings along with it. 

It feels like you are standing in the middle of a field with high winds coming at you from all directions. The winds are like loud voices screaming at you to get off the field. 

Expectations. Beliefs. Doubts. Old self. 

The Past. The Future.  

Everything is coming at you. 

You are scared you will blow away. 

And as you are holding on for dear life you wished you never made it to the field. 

No wonder change is so hard to choose. 

The moment you start changing things it brings in a storm to keep you inside. 

But did you notice something? 

Someone is missing from the wind blowers. 

Look at your feet. I’ll give you one guess. 

Who do you think is keeping you standing there, holding your feet in place in the midst of 75 mph wind? 

The present. 

The only reason why you even went to the field.

You wanted to give yourself a happier present. 

But you see the past and the future are strong wind blowers and why the present always struggles. The past has done it for so long that it can create quite the hurricane. 

The future is temperamental and unpredictable, you never quite see it coming. 

The present is always younger than the past and too slow for the future. 

Now you see where the wind picks up speed, and why it feels impossible to stand on that field long enough so your present changes. 

But I am writing this letter to you today to remind you of something you may have forgotten.

The present does have something the others don’t.

It is the only real thing on that field of winds. 

The past is gone and the future hasn’t arrived yet.

The longer you make it out there, the stronger the present becomes. 

The longer you stand inside the wind, the wind lessens. 

The present starts to grow in all directions, past and future. 

The past gets added to, and the future is being rewritten. 

By now the wind is more of a strong breeze which lets you enjoy the present a little more. 

I don’t know why it took me so long to take care of my today more than my tomorrow. 

Why I considered the past to be more important than the present. 

As you can imagine I have a lot of explaining to do, but my present and I have been having a lot of great conversations lately and I am making amends and righting all the wrongs. 

I hope you take a chance on that field of ghostly winds too, you and your present are stronger than you think. 

 

With a breeze,

Christina