This morning, I woke up with my blood boiling.
My heart was on fire. I’d had enough. Yesterday, I listened to yet another woman put herself on the back burner.
Let’s start reciting, Dayenu, now. Dayenu means enough. Enough is enough. It’s time to stop enslaving our hearts. It’s time we begin listening and acting accordingly.
I write a daily inspiration on my Facebook page, and this is what I wrote from my blazing heart to every woman on the planet:
Do you know what makes my heart hurt?
Listening to others tell me they are okay ignoring and neglecting what their heart is asking for, screaming for because they are scared of what will be, and terrified of leaving the comfort of the agonizing discomfort they are surviving in, day in and day out.
Yesterday was the last straw for me. I haven’t felt anger in a while, but it made me angry to hear yet another sister, bargain with herself. I sat across from a lovely, strong, complicated, self sufficient woman who turned to a puddle of weakness in front of me as she made excuses as to why she should remain unhappy, misunderstood, unappreciated and imprisoned by choice, in a life, with a partner who no longer fulfills nor desires to listen to the needs of her heart.
So, this morning when I woke up, I decided I’ve kept my mouth shut for long enough. I need to say this out loud—
I’ve listened to one too many women make excuses and attempt to rationalize why they remain in a life that’s violating their spirits and trampling their esteem.
I’ve been there, in that place, defending why I’m staying in an environment or with a person who has become a stranger to my soul.
I am fully aware that there is no amount of inspirational dialogue, support or encouragement that could have dragged me out of there. Nothing was going to change, until I was ready, and then, one day, it became unbearable—my heart, my body, my mind was searing with pain and I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t concentrate on anything, but my misery. The distractions I created weren’t enough to squelch my burning needs, any longer.
I know this may be an extremely socially inappropriate example, but it helped me, and was an appropriate visual of my heart at the time.
I will never forget the images of September 11th, of the people who jumped from 100 stories high because the smoke and heat became intolerable. The only option was to leap. It came from a primal place, a protective place, to save themselves, even though death was their fate.
Death is the absolute.
We are all going to die. So, how do you choose to live? Even with death impending, you have a choice to live without the inflicted suffocation of containment in a life that will without a doubt destroy you, from the inside out—or you can fling yourself out of the window, into the open air and free of the destruction.
If you’re waiting for the right day, the right time, the right amount of money, the right age of your children to be, the right moment—it will never come. You are going to have to do it knowing you can’t go back. Trust.
Our world is in desperate need of all of us right now. We are being called to embrace our strengths and contribute to the world by doing our work.
Just remember, every single moment you remain coiled in a ball of fear, our world fractures just a little bit more because your heart is breaking, aching to be acknowledged, by you. Listen, and then take action.
Be brave. Save yourself, save the world.