Take yourself back to the year 2020.
I know. You’re hurting.
Or you’ve been hurt, f”{user}”, or you fear you will be hurting at some point in the future. It’s OK. I’m here to tell you, THIS TOO SHALL PASS.
Let me bring you up to speed. It’s the year 2020 on planet Earth. Currently, I am a REDACTED living in REDACTED, near the REDACTED, right by REDACTED. I tend to analyze things through a historical lens, so I love placing you here, now, in past terms.
I used to tell myself I’d never say the word REDACTED. It didn’t quite fit in my mouth, it was too REDACTED. When I lived in REDACTED I felt… resistant, apprehensive almost, to moving to REDACTED. It was a move REDACTED, to be sure. But the Earth is a globe, and so my biggest fear then was that I would move, and move, and move, until I was completely and utterly alone. I didn’t have any friends elsewhere, why would I? I’ve only ever lived… here.
And then, we Moved. My family moved, and I was taken, in my young, sweet mind, from my friends. Looking back, I can’t help but feel that I can not only understand the experience, but accept it, learn from it, GROW… from it. Kind of like Star Wars, if that’s your thing.
I reread Yoda’s line now, after so many years:
“ Do. Or do not. There is no try.”
This isn’t always true. This is just what Luke needed to hear in that moment. The lifespan of Yoda is a thousand years. No one really knows how old he is, or what species he is. He just IS.
In The (unfairly divisive) Last Jedi, Yoda again appears before Luke, this time as Obi Wan did so many years prior. He appears as what’s called a Force Ghost in canon, but he appears for a purpose. Rey had just left, storming to chase after Kylo Ren, or Ben, as she begins to call him, after so much tension.
Well, I’m here to be your own Yoda. A baby Yoda, or an angel Yoda, or even a DARK Yoda. Whatever voices you hear in your head right now? Hear them. Those are your thoughts. You don’t have to listen to them. You can watch them pass overhead like clouds in the sky. You can have space to BREATHE, to expand inward so that you can transform. Like a butterfly, in a sense, but spiritually.
But, tread lightly, for listening to one voice for too long can expose you to become dogmatic, resistant to change, bloated. Always come back to the middle, to find the BALANCE. This is the way. This is the Force.
It will hurt, this transformation. Of course it will. The sooner you accept that, the easier the transition will be.
Don’t deny, like I did.
Accept.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Breathe.
Grow.
Remember.
Learn.
Try. Fail. Try, fail,
try fail AGAIN… Success.
Finally, you’re free. And you’re so much more beautiful for it.
Double Sharp.
