“Resistance, you and I must never forget, is constant and unrelenting. It fights us in every phrase and every sentence. It always wants us to settle for the easy, the shallow, the first level.” ~ Steven Pressfield
Just because we’ve been together for a while, don’t think we’re partnering for life. When Grief showed up, I let you come along for the ride.
Now, you think you can stop me, roadblock me from my magnificence?
You have no idea who I am. I’m Alice Lundy and I own this life.
There’s no way I’m letting you and your fear mongers pose as my friends. You think I’ll stick with you?
I promise, I will not be in this position one year from now. I can’t tell you exactly where I’ll be, but I’m taking daily action.
Not always as I imagine, but I’m in the resistance against you, Resistance!
I’m procrastinating on procrastinating. I’m practicing being perfectly imperfect and trusting in the magic.
I’m showing up and taking my swings.
Now, you want to whisper about some bullsh*t mediocrity or mistakes I made yesterday? Baby, that’s just proof of how strong I am and how many steps I’ve taken.
Besides, haven’t you noticed? Doors swing wide for me.
I walk with a sway because I’ve got a way of arriving right on time, even when I’m late.
Yeah, Resistance, tell me how I landed on my *ss 726 times and I’ll remind you I stood 727. I rise—every time.
You fooled me into complacency and encouraged me on roundabouts too many times to count, but I repeatedly turn my back on you and reset my course toward my soul’s passion.
You can’t get the same reaction out of me as you did in my youth.
I’m not in the fight; I’m in the flow.
Resistance, I once loved you—as I once loved my ex-husband. Like him, I see you in a different light now. You’re not evil. You may even mean well.
But, without you, I’ve travelled to places you tried to talk me out of and experienced highs you can’t offer.
You and your friends Procrastination, Fantasy, and Time Suck wouldn’t understand.
Without you, I’ve savored sacred love and let Kundalini tap the depths of me.
I’ve changed, Resistance. Like the song, you and I are never, ever getting back together.
I’m no fool, baby. I know you won’t let me go that easy. You’ll try your seduction lines and offer me cheap shots of comfort, but a quick fling is no longer my thing.
I’m self-fulfilling my own destiny. I’m doing the work with a gang of angels at my back and a thousand sisters at my side.
We rise out of our own petty personal resistance to resist the big sh*t. We step into our divine destinies, individually and collectively.
We dive deep and come up with treasures to share. We’re mermaids and fairies, writers, artists, witches, and yogis. We’re businesswomen and politicians, wives and mothers.
We’re relying on higher truths and solid facts. We see behind the veil and don’t waste time explaining what you can’t imagine. We push through.
We are queens.
We’re entertained as you try to restrain us with outdated paradigms.
You’re like the high school boyfriend we once adored and now thank God we didn’t end up with.
Resistance, sorry babe, you’re so yesterday.
I don’t mean to be a bitch, but I’m not so concerned about it, either.
Seriously, Resistance, you’re going to have to step aside or I’ll plow right through you.
Please, get out of my way. I have a date with Kundalini.
Oh yeah, I’m emitting some pretty sexy energy.
Things got a little hot in the Costa Rica jungle…and that’s after some women’s shirts came off in Sonoma.
Yeah baby, this is me—in sacred love with my life.
Sorry, Resistance. You’re off the guest list. Yes, I realize your friends will sneak you in.
Just don’t expect to be served. You may not even get greeted.
Me? Sweetheart, I’ll be on the dance floor. Sh*t, I’ll probably be doing the worm by the time I see you again.
Hasta la vista, Resistance! Andele, Pura Vida!