Love / How in the world can I become my best self?

With almost every prayer I say, I ask for guidance and for God to help me become a better person. Will I ever achieve the goal of becoming my best, highest self?

I think maybe not…personally life has been a series of two steps forward, and then a step back to the person I am slowly unbecoming. Sometimes that “step backwards” is huge.

Becoming my best self has involved a process of “unlearning” old behavior that has been a part of my life, and no longer serves me. I hold no blame and I am grateful for the “lessons & opportunities” I have had. I chose this path before I was even born. My “best self” watches over me and waits patiently by my side, gently guiding me, and sometimes whispering in my ear. It never leaves me, continuing to move me forward even when I am not listening or seem to be lost in my own fog of doubt, fear, or shame.

I know that if I am quiet enough, if I allow myself time & space, then my best self can take my hand and walk me onward and forward, supporting my every step. If I am patient enough, gentle with myself, and shut off the outside world of “what should be” my best self can open the door and step inside. Then it will softly whisper in my ear;

“I am always here for you, have never left you, and I will work through you as you coach & help others to recover and shine their light.

As you do the work, may you realize that every time you “show-up” in your field as a Coach, your highest, best self steps forward working with you and through you.It is ever present, willing, and available to guide, empower, and protect you and those you work with. May you know this always.

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