March 5, 2007
I woke up early this morning without alarm, without fatigue and without hesitation to get up this new day and live life with my personal best.
This past weekend I repeated my ‘re-energize Maria’ routine….I spent the entire morning in my pajamas while cycling hours of spiritual readings, reflective writings and deep sleeping/dreaming until early afternoon! (Imagine having a water bottle, a book and a journal while sleeping every 30 minutes because of fatigue) This Saturday however, was extra-ordinary to me…
This Saturday I came back to myself.
6 months ago I had a boyfriend and lived happily in the bustling city of San Francisco. 6 days ago, I was anxiously prepared to purchase a new condo and continue working professionally with 24 Hour Fitness Corporate. Today, however…I have none of that.
Today, I abandoned ambitious aspirations to be who I was ‘influenced to become’ as a little girl….today, I am exactly where I want to be: Living a Simple life and making efforts to utilize my in-born talents to create a path designed by my own will.
The truth is: that while I was feeling unappreciated, unprotected and unmotivated in my work and social environments…in that same effort, I was also unchallenged mentally, physically and spiritually. Repetitive cycles that led to no progression was weaning on my natural, competitive energy to move fast towards a meaningful goal. While I was moving – I instinctively knew that I was going towards a path not destined for myself.
This new path is not planned, nor has it been walked before…I have a distinctive light that will guide me to reveal a vision I see regarding charity, unity and spirituality. As I spoke to one of my dearest mentors, Chuck, he reassured me that: “…While I have much Courage, it is my Conviction that has led me to choose this new route.”
Thank you Chuck.
One of my favorite poems is written by Robert Frost. I encourage all of you to read it well and understand the truth behind walking a life you alone have courage to live.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.