There was a moment when I was shown something simple, and unexpectedly revealing.
I saw myself standing still.
Not frozen.
Not afraid.
Not protected or guarded.
Still - by choice.
Around me, life was moving.
Energy, wind, momentum - available, present, supportive.
Nothing was blocking the way. Nothing was demanding urgency.
And yet I was not moving with it.
What struck me most was this:
I was not waiting for anyone.
I was not unsure.
I was not rooted to the ground.
There were no restraints.
Only a long-held decision not to step forward.
Many of us experience this without realizing it.
We tell ourselves we are being patient, discerning, or careful.
We say we are listening, waiting for clarity, waiting for the right moment.
But sometimes stillness is not wisdom.
Sometimes it is a quiet agreement to remain outside the flow of life.
Not because we cannot enter -
but because we have learned to believe that participation carries risk.
Risk of disappointment.
Risk of misreading the signs.
Risk of giving energy where it may not return.
So we stand at the edge.
Watching life move.
Telling ourselves we are not stuck - because we aren’t.
We are simply withholding ourselves.
What I saw was not a flaw to heal.
It was not a wound to fix.
It was a form of self-punishment that looked like restraint.
A belief that said:
I will move when certainty arrives.
I will step when I am sure it is safe to receive.
And yet life was already there - moving, open, unforced.
The moment of release did not come with an answer.
It came with a choice.
I choose to free myself.
I choose to free myself from my own punishment.
Not by forcing movement.
Not by demanding clarity.
But by ending the delay.
Sometimes freedom is not about changing direction.
It is about allowing yourself to join what is already happening.
If this resonates, you might ask yourself:
Where am I standing still - not because I’m stuck, but because waiting once felt safer?
With love and blessings,
Susan