Finding the Balance

If you read any major headline these days the worldly turmoil is evident all around us. I don’t pretend to be a political or economic analyst. I’m neither. But I have been observing my own internal chaos recently and I can’t help but see the parallels between the outer and inner. Between the world at large and my own little world between my ears.

I’ve been in a bit of a personal recession lately. Physically battling some nasty lingering cold and feeling like my lower back could collapse any time I bend over. The experience of feeling physically like crap and the challenges of growing and shifting a business that is directly tied to the economy and people and their money has me somewhat tweaked. There is some sort of internal transformation going on in me. I’m getting the opportunity to see those things that work and those things that haven’t been working. The old way vs. the new way. For some reason it’s taking a lot of energy and focus to stay in a good place mentally. The ironic thing is my current state of upheaval was preceded by tremendous personal growth. Isn’t it a natural occurrence to experience contraction after expansion? Doesn’t Nature create the same conditions right here on our little planet Earth? Tonight I saw the opportunity to return to balance.

Being an Aries I love the “either or” point of view. I love the extreme of bashing something repeatedly until it crumbles or saying fuck it and walking away in frustration. Could it be a sign that my horns are getting worn down that I can glimpse a life spent in balance with the “extremes” losing their polarizing effect? Just as the stock market has swung wildly of late, I too have known these crazed emotional pendulum like movements. But what I’ve come to see is that when I believe those wild extremes less and less, I swing less and less, feeling more at peace and centered. The result is I don’t sweat stuff as much. I’m more open and receptive.

Everything comes to a balance point eventually. By walking in balance within ourselves maybe just maybe we affect the world around us. Maybe the world in its current state of un-equilibrium slowly comes to reflect those of us who are committed to being in balance. The outer world begins to reflect the inner world. We are tossed less and less by the world and it's upheaval.

The feeling is one of steadiness. So hang on. The ride can be exhilarating (or not). Especially right now. However I am taking the middle road tonight. Letting the left and right do their thing. Hey speaking of that I forgot there is a debate happening tonight. Wow! Talk about EXTREMES!!! Gotta run.

Later gator-
J

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