Live Without Postponement: Happy New Year

Have you ever imagined the life you want as something that will meet you later… once things calm down, once the world makes more sense, once you’re more healed, more resourced, more certain? As if coherence is a future condition we earn by surviving long enough?

Dear Rosies,

Here’s what I know now: the future isn’t persuaded by our plans. It responds to our frequency.

If we’re in the frequency of complaint, victimhood, regret, anger, fear… that’s very likely what we will continue to experience. For me, I’m choosing other frequencies: the consecrated mother-field with the spine of a warrior, for example. The frequency of the ageless lover. The frequency of the clear and abundant leader. The creatrix. The devotee. The curious scholar. The frequency of unconditional love and radical honesty. Not someday. Not when “I’ve figured it out.” Now. 

It feels audacious (and it feels great) to choose this and to start acting from it. 

The world we want isn’t waiting for us somewhere ahead. It begins the moment we start living as if it’s already here. In how we enter a room. Whether we rush or arrive. Whether we stay with our own experience or subtly abandon it to manage everyone else. In the difference between performing coherence and actually inhabiting it.

This asks me to be increasingly and bravely honest with myself, which has such dignity. When I stay there and tell myself the truths both obvious and inconvenient—inside myself, inside my values, inside my body—I notice how much reorganizes without force. Conversations shift. People soften or reveal themselves more clearly. Attention settles. Life becomes cleaner. Less distorted. More real.

We don’t have to wait to live inside the world we’re longing for. We are shaping it by how we choose to be right now. 

Happiest, happiest New Year to you! Happy new moment, new dawn, new turning.

Wishing you the clearest and steadiest honoring of the light of your own beautiful essence in this coming calendar year, and always.

With love,
Christine Marie Mason