A funny analogy popped into my head the other day as I was preparing the logistics around leaving my day job. An automatic door, of all things.
Then I realized that it was the result of being on the other side of transmuting the stories that drove my life, I could see that the door has always opened and closed depending on whether I stepped forward or not. Stepping through was a whole other story...
Each type my life either expanded along my soul's trajectory or closed in place if I chose to ease into my familiar fear.
It has never been about whether or not I was worthy, smart, or whole enough. Any doubt about these were mere illusions of false stories that were never a reflection of who I really am.
All of this has been about whether or not I could see the doors opening freely as I approached them and whether or not I could just step though.
The doors open and close easily. Those weren't the obstacles. The thing that stopped me were the deep narratives of control that took away my power.
Those are gone, so watch me walk on through to the next beginning.
I'll be waving you forward if you are hoping to move towards whatever you yearn for or whatever your soul pulls you toward so you, too, just....step...through.