Should I stay or should I go?

It has been going on for over a week now and I am still hesitant. Should I stay or should I go?  Clever people say when you can pose the question you already have the answer inside of you, you only need to find it.

I am not doing very well finding it. The pro’s and the con’s of my decisions lie in two different regions and I wonder which one to go with. The world of means or the world of spirit.

And my mind gets into her going around in circles. Should it not be my responsibility to make sure I am safe and I can take care of myself? Then what’s with trusting the Universe to provide the opportunities? Am I not supposed to comply with regulations? There is not safety in the world to make sure of. What is the most responsible thing to do? And on, and on, and on …

Then I remembered all that I learnt through my years of PD and Couching practice: I must ask the important questions. So I did.

What kind of a life would I want to live if I had no limitations to choose whatever I wanted? I wish to live a life that is filled with spirit. I wish to live in a community of people who inspire me and support me to live a life filled with spirit. I wish to have my life filled with art, music and creativity. I wish to be surrounded with people who make me smile, touch me and inspire me. I wish to have a life that contributes to others’ life. I wish to inspire others to be inspirational. I wish to live in health and harmony with myself and with my surroundings. I wish to live a balanced and full life that comes from my passion and compassion for life and all living.

And finally the questions that brings up the core: How would I want to live if I only had six months left to stick around here in the physical? Well, I would want to be at a place where I am most taken care of. I would want to be surrounded with people who support me the most in my transition. I would want to spend my time with spirit and those who love me the most. I would want to clear the clutter with a smile on my face and joy in my heart.

That’s where I am at.

At cross roads.

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