It seems just recently that I have crossed over some invisible bridge of aging. No one really tells you that it is coming or when you will feel it, then...
Have you ever wondered why the main figure in most fairytales do exactly what they were told not to do? “Don’t stray from the path” Red riding hood’s mother cautions her, then she directly gets lured off the path by some delectable berries. I always thought that I would do as I was told if I were her, because it would cause a lot less trouble for everyone. But when I reflect on my life’s decisions, I did not do what I was told and I made a lot of trouble and a lot of mess for myself and plenty of others.
It is not wise to do what we are told, it is wise to break out and make mistakes. That is where the growth and the transformation happens. That is how we get to know ourselves. We learn how to make repairs and know our own inner voices. Our-selves become comfortably known encasements, where we can recognize our patterns and tolerate discomfort. This is where our inner power is honed through challenge. Lately, I have been fond of saying “don’t tell me what to do, because I won’t do it” to most people trying to help me problem solve my life’s dilemmas.
Like little Red, if she had not been enticed off the path she would not have met the wolf, the vehicle of transmutation. It is in the wolf’s belly that she was quite literally eaten, transformed and reborn into a stronger fuller expression of self. No more a little girl but rather on her way to being a confident woman. The moral of this story, don’t listen to what others tell you to do, find out the parameters of your existence with your own embolden decisions making and risk taking. Don’t listen to me and find out for your self.