In yesterday's piece I made an assertion that had me tilting my head asking, "Is this true?" By today it was clear that it didn't hold up to scrutiny. I had written, "The daily struggle to publish is getting worse, not better. That's a clear sign that I'm not on the right path."
I can't let myself get away with as lazy a conclusion as that.
If change were as easy as identifying a problem area and setting an intention, everyone would do it. But it's not that easy. Inertia is a bitch. It's well worth remembering that whatever patterns of stuckness we might be struggling under, they arose because in some way they served us. Our patterns speak in tones of calming self-assurance. They say, "Here is a comfortable place for my sense of self to reside."
The choice to make a change threatens parts of our identity.
So I absolutely have to be asking if the struggle to publish reflects a flaw in my approach, as I previously asserted, or if it's my ego feeling threatened by the work I'm doing. #Expansion is all well and good, but if there wasn't some payoff in staying contracted, I wouldn't have done it all these years.