My Story Is Love

I read Anakha’s latest blog this morning and thought to myself; she is so much more advance than I am.

Than the thought occurred to me; why am I comparing myself to her? She have had so much more education and experience in the corporate world.

Than that voice inside my head, the voice I haven’t heard in a while, said… “You do not know the full story.”

What is the full story? All I know is my story. I’ve been told, we not our story. What does that mean, I’m not my story? When I try running my story with others, it doesn’t work anymore… not with me… not with anyone.

What good is my story if I can’t use it anymore? My life has change… I have change, the cells and the DNA in my body have all change. Something inside has shifted. I can no longer use my story as an excuse to get by.

Why can’t I go back to my poor miserable self… to have my pity party? Why can’t I blame or accuse other for my pain and misery? Why can’t I run the sad Mormon with cerebral palsy story?

I guess I go back to sleep… back to my poor miserable self. I do have a choice. But, it will never work the same. I can never be same way again.

The story has change. I now take responsibility for my life… I am now accountable for what happens in my life. I created it. I AM GOD!

I have been transformed into Love… I am love. I am lovable. I am loved. And I am loving.