I keep thinking that I’m learning to trust myself. And I really am. It’s a process. I get the lesson on a deeper level, or in a different scenario. And the more I get it, the more I liberate myself. And more free is more real, more true … and more happy.
Sometimes I pay dearly for the lesson, but it is always worth it. The lesson is commensurate with the price. When it seems like I paid too much, it’s because I haven’t learned the lesson yet.
I commissioned an artist to make a piece of stained glass for me. I wanted to trust him. I wanted to give him artistic freedom. I wanted to give him the deposit he asked for; and I wanted to give him the balance due on completion. But, I was surprised by his starting the piece–and finishing it–without keeping me in the loop. I was taken aback by his dramatic deviation from the array of colors I asked for to tie all of my art glass together. And I was disappointed by his staunchly defending his actions, rather than wanting to work toward a satisfactory solution.
Yesterday, I shipped the piece back. But before I did, I realized that during the process, I yielded too much to accommodate somebody else.… More