The Creation-Destruction Cycle
Creation and Destruction are inescapable, a necessary part of life on Earth as a human. But the Destruction part can feel like the world is crumbling apart.
You probably know the feeling.
You’ve been working to create something in your life. Maybe it’s calling in the perfect relationship. Maybe it’s losing those last stubborn pounds. Maybe it’s cultivating a feeling of deep inner calm.
Whatever it is, you’ve been working on this for weeks, months—maybe even years.
This is me and the brick wall I’ve been whacking my head against.
Whack, whack, whack…
And it feels like you keep whacking your head against a brick wall. The very thing you want so badly to create in your life is almost within your grasp…oh wait, it’s not. Splat. You hit the brick wall again. So you keep trying. You pour your heart and soul into this thing-you-need-to-do.
But there’s still a wall in your way. And it looks bigger than the last time you whacked your head on it.
So you keep trying. And there’s the wall again. But you keep trying. Harder, even.
You start looking for other ways, ways around that blasted wall. If not this way, maybe that, right? Stick to it! Isn’t that what your mom told you? (It’s what MY mom told ME, and most of our moms went to the same Mom-school.)
So you stick to it. You keep trying to get through the wall.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” you wonder, picking wall-dust out of your hair. “How do I get back on the horse, back in the game, back to building the thing-I-need-to-do?”
(Stay with me a sec.)
Creation feels like soaring, like you are responsible for the genesis of a brilliant shining star.
We’re either Creating or Destroying
I’ve come to believe we humans are designed to experience life in cycles. Two cycles, to be exact.
We are either Creating or we are Destroying (puddled on the bathroom floor in uglyface tears after our dreams fall in teensy pieces doesn’t count as a cycle). That’s it. Everything falls under either Creating or Destroying.
Creation feels like soaring, like you are responsible for the genesis of a brilliant shining star. Your spirits soar as you strive to express the deep Who I Am bubbling upward from far inside you from a deep and ancient place.
Sometimes we feel immersed in Creation, feeling our spirit soar as we strive to express the deep Who Am I from within and erect tall glorious buildings on shifting sands.
Other times, our humble buildings shatter and fall in pieces in Destruction around our heads as we duck and try to stand once again on those same shifting sands.
Destruction of our dreams feels like this looks.
Ow. Destruction hurts!
A dream I had crumbled today. My love and I are building a work-life together. We have big plans and big dreams. For the past five weeks, we’ve been breathing these dreams daily, filling them in, making them more real.
But we keep hitting walls.
Convinced we were on the right path, we kept trying again. And again. Try harder! My inner voice asserts. Go! Go! I feel like the lead dog in the Iditarod*. A dog that runs into brick walls.
(Ow, my poor doggie head)
Until today, when my love says to me to shelve the project. For now. Work on other stuff. For now.
And I stood and wept amid the dust and rubble, grieving the loss of what-might-have-been. Afraid to face the truth of what-is.
But we do. We go on. We humans are wired to go on, no matter how tall and glorious our buildings once were. We go on, no matter how much dust and rubble surrounds us. We do. This is what we do. This is how we live.
Who doesn’t love Creation?
Creation and Destruction are inescapable
Creation and Destruction is everywhere, in every part of our experience as beings on this planet. We are born and we die. We eat and we eliminate. We breathe in and breathe out. We are born to always rise again from the ashes of What Was and to turn our gaze upon What Could Be.
If you are in the Creation part of a cycle — celebrate! I’ll celebrate with you. What you’re building looks gorgeous and amazing from here.
If you are in the Destruction part of a cycle — celebrate! First I’ll hold your metaphorical hand and help you grieve, but then … possibility. Clean slate. Everything is fresh and new in this place. Ready for your wonderful new buildings, the wonderful new version of Who You Are.
Rise, Phoenix! Rise!
Love and smooshy hugs,
P.S. Want insight as to your Creation and Destruction cycles over the next year? It might just be time to explore your Wild & Delicious Life.
*The Iditarod is an 1110+ mile annual sled dog race from Anchorage, Alaska to Nome, Alaska. There was a time I thought I might actually want to try racing in it. *cough*