Sometimes I feel like there’s a universal force showing me the things I need to see at the time I need them.
I started to read The Places That Scare You by Pema Chödrön today, and right there in chapter 1, she writes:
No one is protecting us and keeping us warm. And yet we keep hoping mother bird will arrive.
We could do ourselves the ultimate favor and finally get out of that nest. That this takes courage is obvious. That we could use some helpful hints is also clear. We may doubt that we’re up to being a warrior-in-training. But we can ask ourselves this question: “Do I prefer to grow up and relate to life directly, or do I choose to live and die in fear?”