Get up and fight. Shake your fists and scream and shout. Be heard. Make noise. Start a revolution.
Or—resign. Walk away. Rest. Curl up in bed and read a book. Take a sabbatical; go into hermit-mode. Cry. Pour out your feelings in your journal. Ride the wave of low energy and mojo.
Let go and let God, knowing you’ve done all you could.
And then, give it over to the Universe entirely. Say to yourself, “I’ve done my best.”
“Right here, right now, I’ve done my very best. I’ve mustered all my strength; I’ve fought and tried and expressed and given . . .”
I gave every last drop of my sweat and soul.
And with that, you’ve made it. That’s all the Universe wants—you to try your very best.
In your heart of hearts, in your spirit of spirits, and soul of souls, if you know you’ve given all, there is peace. Your karma is complete; you’ve settled your scores with the Universe.
And even if others never know what you’ve sacrificed and your work / message / efforts are ignored, the Universe sees, knows, and hears.
It all counts for the soul.
with love,
Belinda
