How would you define a spiritual person?
I consider myself to be deeply spiritual. For years I had this picture in my head of what a “spiritual person” looked like: Devoted to finding inner peace, kind at all times, peace loving and peaceful, humble, somewhat chaste, able to love everyone unconditionally, completely whole and healed of all things physical, emotional and mental, just to name a few characteristics.
I am some of those things sometimes, none of them at other times, and the opposite of most of them frequently. I also realized a while back that the picture I held in my mind of what a “spiritual” person looked like was completely distorted.
I spent the better part of the last 48 hours deep in a place of self doubt; wondering “Who Am I Really?”
Here is what I have come up with:
I am a deeply spiritual person who enjoys being irreverent at times. I like sex, and don’t feel that it’s wrong to feel attractive and sexy. I have a potty mouth sometimes, and it makes me feel better to scream the foulest words I know as loud as I can when I am really angry. (I raised 3 sons, and I have 3 brothers; it’s a part of life.) I am still working on healing myself physically, emotionally and mentally. I seek inner peace. I have an open and loving heart, and I am conscious of my thoughts, words and actions. (So I do not yell those foul words AT anyone, just to be clear.) I make mistakes and I learn from my mistakes. I also realize that “mistakes” are our soul’s way of helping us to grow. I live to help others to heal and step into their own power. I am passionate about my work, and about love. I am learning to be less judgmental. I welcome change. I am growing, and I realize that I will never stop growing. I am an adult who frequently feels like the little girl who misses her mom more than anything in the world. I laugh, I cry,and I forgive. I’m a little neurotic at times. I am letting go of my need to control everything in my life. I am not trying to be anyone else, and I don’t have a role model. I admire many characteristics in others, and I am learning to tell them so. I am deeply grateful to be alive. I am flawed. I have a dark side that I am learning to love and embrace, cause she’s a part of me.
So who am I really?
Completely Me. And right now, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
