What If You Stopped Putting Life on Hold While Waiting to be Finally Healed?

​A few weeks ago, I wrote about the authority we hand over to experts, healers, teachers, spiritual leaders, charts, quizzes, books and even ChatGPT.

We ask them to tell us what’s happening in our bodies. What we need to heal. Which path to take. What our symptoms mean. Who we are.

And I said that I wanted to spend some time exploring what might happen when we stop looking outside ourselves for every answer and begin to discover what we already know.

​Well. I thought I was going to write about the elements. And I did.

But somewhere along the way, the questions got bigger.

Who Said You Needed 
​THIS MUCH Healing?

​I have spent most of my life trying to heal, fix or improve myself. And I mean that literally.

If I hear an inspiring idea, I immediately wonder how I can use it to change my life. If I discover a new healing technique, I want to try it immediately.

If an old pattern returns, I want to know how the healing went wrong. If I see a problem, I want to solve it with healing.

For years, almost everything has had to serve a purpose. Everything had to improve something.

Even just being only made sense if it was a good way to heal.

But lately, I’ve been wondering where all of that urgency came from. Because the energy behind healing and healing and healing is not always our own.

Some of us were taught very early that something about us needed fixing.

We were too loud. Too quiet. Too emotional. Too sensitive. Too angry. Too needy. Too dreamy. Too much. Or not enough.

​Then life added its own evidence...

Trauma. Rejection. Illness. Failure. Loss. Relationships that hurt us. Dreams that didn’t happen. Patterns we couldn’t seem to change.

And somewhere along the way, we believed this:
There is something wrong with me, and fixing it is now my job.

The Healer Who is Waiting to Live

​A few days ago, I created an image of my future self.

She is a peaceful medicine woman standing in front of shelves filled with jars, oils, crystals, books and other things she might need.

I could feel her confidence. I could see her listening to a client, understanding what was wrong and then calmly walking to the bookcase to choose what might help or offer support.

And as I've been thinking about her, something shifted.

I was thinking of an apothecary full of healing tools and techniques.

​Because what if the woman sitting in front of her has already spent years healing? Maybe she'll be like me.

​What if she has read the books, gone to therapy, taken the courses, done the shadow work, journaled, prayed, meditated, cleared her energy and tried to regulate her nervous system?

Maybe she knows who she wants to become, and can almost see the life she wants, but something keeps pulling her back.

Does she have to fix that thing before she can move forward?

Maybe we can begin living as our future selves before all the healing is done.

I say yes! What do you say?

See you next time!

Love, Jeanine
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