One of my challenges is/was deferring.
Deferring to parents, teachers, textbooks when I was a child. Deferring to employers, clients, experts, and figures of authority as I got older.
And most of all deferring to reality and what already was.
I’ve been shedding this layer by layer, but it took me until just this week to realize the last one.
But I hold compassion for myself now rather than frustration or anger. I realize what I was trying to do. I was trying to acquire the sureness and confidence that these people seemed to radiate.
They seemed so confident in their rightness. So comfortable. I wanted to be that sure, that secure in my knowing.
And where could I be more sure of my rightness then by looking at what was already around me in my external world? Surely that was right and true? I could reach out and touch it after all.
My understanding now is that what is here in physical reality is simply what has already been manifested by other people, not what is correct, and certainly not the only possibility.
It was easy for me to shed my deference to others once I thought of it like that. But how could I not defer to reality? To what was right in front of my face and at my fingertips?
People call deferring to what is being realistic. It’s mostly seen as a positive, sensible trait.
But as I was thinking about this, these words came to me.
“You wish to be realistic?
Those you celebrate as visionaries are the most unrealistic people on the planet.
They refuse to restrain themselves by what is.
They insist that the rest of you join them.”
~~ From my Higher Self