It was a day of messages yesterday I had applied to be a speaker at a big blogger conference and yesterday found out I was denied.
Actually, they said my session “would not be included”, which was just a nicer way of saying “denied” but made me have to read it 6 times to fully understand.
The same day I was invited to speak at two other functions and invited to be a part of an advisory board.
There were doors closing and opening all over the place, the universe was directing me.
And that is a great thing.
But I was confused about where it was sending me and why.
Letting go of something you tried for is difficult, even when it is replaced (3 fold) by something you didn’t have on your list.
It stuck with me all day. This “denied” email. The fact that I didn’t get something.
I boo-hoo-ed to my hubby and he looked at me in amazement.
“Poor you. You didn’t get something”. Get over it.
And he is right. Why do we put so much stock into stuff we don’t get. Why when a “plan fails”, (even when another one is becoming apparent) do our panties get in a knot?
One of the opportunities I was offered yesterday is way out of my comfort zone, but I am going to say yes.
I am going to accept what is being delivered and appreciate the opportunity. I am going to allow the universe to guide me again.
And I am going to trust that my “denial email” is for a good reason and make the most of my participation in this event, even if it isn’t at the front of the room.
See, I have a plan for things, and sometimes when the plan changes, it throws me off course.
And that can really mess with a gal. It will slow me down. Take the wind out of my sails.
And it confuses me.
See, I am a hardcore “planner”. Not in the sense of being a good packer, or organizing trips to the last detail.
But in the way that if I choose to do something, I have an objective for doing it. There is a purpose behind the madness.
And when my “purpose” for doing something is removed, or another “purpose” is put in place . .. well, as I already said, it confuses me.
So, time to let go of some things, move on and trust that maybe I don’t know what’s best for me sometimes. Perhaps I should release the reins a little bit and give destiny a chance to drive the cart for a bit.
Who knows. Perhaps the adventure ahead of me may be better than I could have ever planned.