One of my favorite quotes is “the only thing to fear is fear itself.” I think I’ve actually already used the quote in a post of this baby of a blog, only having what? Four posts? That’s how you know it’s real love, baby.
But anyways, that quote got me thinking. If the only thing to fear is fear itself, is the only limit we have, the limit itself?
Like, is there any actual limit in my life or have I put the limit on myself? Is there any sort of limit in this world or is that just a myth? Are we truly limitless?
I would love to believe that we are truly limitless in this life. But at the same time, I don’t want to believe that because, if we’re truly limitless, then what’s my fucking excuse? What’s been stopping me from creating the life of my dreams? It pains me to type this sentence because I know the answer: myself.
I struggle so hard with limits because, even though I know they are self imposed and not real, I can’t help but see them everywhere.
- I want to go explore but I don’t have a car.
- I want to travel but I don’t have the money.
- I want so much from my life but I just feel so stuck.
Y’all, I’m grateful for my life. I have so much love and support surrounding me at all times. I’m safe, I’m secure, I have a fantastic relationship, my dogs are bomb as hell, I have a great life. I have so much to be thankful for, and I am, every single day. They say that the secret to building the life of your dreams is being grateful for what you have. And I am, I promise you that.
So, I’m grateful as hell. I believe that, at my core, I am limitless in what I can create from my life. I believe that a life of happiness, excitement, and fulfillment is inevitable for me. On paper, I have the perfect recipe for success. So, like what the hell? Where’s it at??
Maybe I’m just impatient. Maybe the limits I feel in my life aren’t all that real. As I’m looking at that list above, there’s ways to get around every single thing on there. It’s a matter of how much I want it. It’s a matter of how ALL IN I truly am in creating the life of my dreams.
I believe, for the past few weeks at least, I’ve been ALL IN. I’ve been putting in the effort to enjoy my life, and I have been. I’ve been on more adventures in the past three weeks than I have in three years. I’ve been making time for the things that truly matter to me, which are my relationships with my dude, my friends, and myself, and loving it. I’ve felt my stress and anxiety decrease in the past few days. I feel the progress.
I’m just impatient as hell. That’s my limit right there: impatience. I want it all but I want it now, and if it takes too long, I don’t want it anymore. I always love the saying “momma didn’t raise no quitter” because mine did. In my life, I have quit SO many things, simply because they got hard or I got impatient. I wonder how much I’ve missed out on because I didn’t give it a fighting chance. I refuse to continue to identify as a quitter, because even if momma raised one, I’ve changed, and I ain’t no quitter anymore. I refuse to let my impatience be my limit.
But when I think about it, there’s no way that I’m alone in having impatience be my main limit. I know for a fact that, especially with the modern culture of instant gratification, impatience plagues more of us than we’d like to admit. I wonder if the limit that stops so many from hitting that sweet spot that they’re looking for is just self imposed impatience. What could we accomplish if we just held on a little longer and kept pushing?
I’m on the right path though, I feel it. I feel the progress in finding clarity in my path. I feel the excitement coming back into my life, even in ways I thought I lost it. I feel the confidence sneaking it’s way back into my life. I feel the clouds doing their best to part to give me my clarity, as long as I keep on going. It’s on its way.
I am not impatient.
I trust that everything I could ever want is on it’s way to me.
I trust in divine timing being my guide.
I am limitless