Lost 1 Sense of Trust

Lost 1 Sense of Trust Breathe in inspiration trust yourself by tea for thoughts Ive been practicing what I preach, what I know, the life lessons that have presented themselves to me in the 32 years, 4 months 2 days Ive been on this planet. Ive been super nice to myself. Ive been taking in all the niceness that others are giving me ( man, have I been getting bunches of niceness lately). Im acknowledging celebrating my wins all the stuff thats going right in my life. Im only involved in projects I really, truly want to be involved in, that feel good exciting fun. Ive chucked most of/all the shoulds. Ive surrounded myself with the most awesome tribe a girl can ever have. What does this add up to? A sense of purpose, graciousness, a full 1,000% belief that everything Ive gone through in the last 32 years, 4 months 2 days has brought me here to this place that I belong, that Im welcomed, that I need to be. And yet Ive lost my sense of trust. The trust that I have the space I need to take the next step the one thats right good for my business my self. The trust that there are no right wrong answers. The trust that its, well, easy to trust. The trust that it will all come together. The trust that it wont be taken away. The trust that the Universe will provide me with what I need. The trust that time is abundant. Part of me is so confused. How can I be so sure of what I know what Ive learned what Ive been practicing, so comforted positive fulfilled, while part of me is so fearful   unsure rushed? Why does it feel so complicated when it should be so simple? This is where I rest on the lesson that the most fulfilling things in my life have been the ones that have had their fair amount of fear mixed in with the excitement. That if I take one (baby!) step every day, that Im moving forward. That freakin A, the Universe is totally providing for me, even though its not in a way that I can yet measure. But wait I can. I can write down all the ways that the Universe has been providing for me. And I can look at all those things smile say, Well, I trust that Im doing something right. I truest that people are getting up what Im putting down. I trust that this will be my bread butter. I trust that Im super in it to win it. And other such cliches that accurately represent what Im going through. I can talk to you nonstop for an hour about all of the wonderfuness that has come my way this past month since Ive been a full-time creative career coach, yet its not enough to allow me to breathe, to rest, to be comforted. But from here on out, Im going on an adventure: one part movement, one part trust, one part rest, one part celebration. Ill mix it in slowly, gently, almost secretly but I know that its there. I can actually see it. Trust is a welcoming ray of sunshine, a singing bird, a sunset, a sweetness with arms open wide smiles bright big. Im just going to keep walking towards it. Baby steps. Easy does it. Ill walk slowly, surely, carefully, until it embraces me I feel it breathe when I do. Ill trust that its OK that I dont feel that now. Yet. Ill get there.