One of the things I really like about my life is that I am done with tests.
I’ve taken enough of them through the years. And now I am done.
Done done done.
(I can even write in fragments. And start sentences with “And.”)
No one else has the power to pass me or fail me.
No one else gets to tell me where I rank.
No one else gets to decide what I can or cannot do.
No one else gets to determine what I can or cannot have.
No one even gets gets to inform me how healthy I am.
No one or no thing gets to measure me on some metric that means nothing to me.
In lieu of tests, I make decisions as to what I will have and what I will experience.
And I revel in the power of choosing the course of my life.
It’s a wonderfully free feeling. A true high that I highly recommend…
Not so long ago I thought the Universe tested me from time to time. (And I see this as a rather common “spiritually correct” belief.)
Just like in grade school, I believed that if I failed these tests from the Universe, I was doomed to repeat the lesson until I “got it.”
While that belief was helpful to me at the time, I know now that the Universe only amplifies whatever I choose to bring to the table. At the time, I still believed in testing, so the idea of a testing Universe seemed logical, and so I saw the evidence to support my belief of a testing U.
Eventually, the idea of “passing tests” grew so tiresome that I decided to let it go and when I did, my life became a whole lot easier.
No one got to choose for me. I could not fail or get it wrong even when I failed or got it wrong.
My experiences of the Universe reprimanding me by wrapping my knuckles with a ruler the size of Texas evaporated. Instead, the Universe became the perfect partner, unfailing reflecting both what I have chosen in my life as well as what I have not yet been willing to choose for myself.
On the other side of tests?
A lot less drama. A lot less striving. A lot less proving.
A lot more ease.
And a lot more allowing.
And buckets and buckets of more freedom.