The golden ticket

While I was watching my daughter’s favourite movie (Willy Wonka) for the hundredth time, I was thinking about Grandpa Joe.
The man has spent twenty years in bed , thinking he will never walk again.
Until his grandson brings home “The golden ticket”, which makes him get out of bed and not only walk again, but even dance!

This random golden ticket.
This gets him out of bed after two decades.
It makes me think of the horse tied to a plastic chair.
He can walk away, but he won’t.

As I like to challenge myself,
I have started wondering what my plastic chair is and what The golden ticket.
Is there self-sabotage within me?
My conditions are complex and go way back, it’s not simple.
I am willing, however-and one has to be, on the path of healing- and in order to heal,
to look at this carefully.
What can be marked as “it is what it is” and what can be changed?
Healing has to happen on many levels, body, mind and spirit.

The call to rise to the best version of yourself is your golden ticket
and I’m reaching for mine.

Love,
Silvia