12 years ago I stood on the edge of wide and expansive river. I knew I wanted and needed to be on the other side, felt strongly drawn to it. Focused and even obsessed. What awaiting me I didn t know but nevertheless it didn t stop my craving. I met a man who became my traveling companion, the boat itself. I needed to be transported, shepherded to the other side. Will excitement and full commitment I boarded the boat and we quickly moved into the rivers flow. It felt good. Strong, holy and whole. I learned many things along my journey. So many that I wanted to learn and so many that I didn t know I needed to learn. But learn I did. About friendship, love, loyalty, growth and intimacy. Many times I felt ready to step off the boat and meet the new person awaiting me on the shore. But fear held me in the boat and worldly illusions and trepidation about the future. The boat was no longer fun, not full of love or joy but the shore loomed dark and ominous. Doubts about my own worth, potential, capabilities grew and grew. They soon turned into resentment. Like somehow the boat was responsible for my lack of confidence and direction. I began to hate the boat "“ with strong emotions each turn of the steering wheel got harder and harder. Yet I couldn t disembark. Draw a new map, draw a new future, a bigger better future "“ except I kept including the boat. A boat that could no longer hold me or take me where I needed to go. The boat became a weight that held only shame, guilt and regret. I had to leave the boat but as I started making plans my heart softened. It s been a good boat I told myself. A strong boat with lots of great qualities. Why should I punish the boat? It s not its fault "“ it is growing and changing as it is meant to. Perhaps I can stay and reconnect with the boat. I ll highlight all the wonderful things about the boat, reward and compliment the boat. Slowly slowly the new girl on the shore beckons. Louder and louder until all I could hear was her voice calling me to her. My heart ached and I reached to her. But she faded into the distance. I saw her and visited her in my dreams. Then one morning, I met her in the mirror. She took my hand and slowly, gently I stepped off the boat. Then fear came over me and instead of looking and feeling the solid ground beneath me "“ my eyes and heart remained fixated on the boat. I watched and mourned as it slowly drifted away, quiet and confident. Goodbye boat, safe journey. But it did not hear me. Didn t want to hear me. Ego jumped in and I raged. Shouting at the boat, poisoning the boat further. Hoping the chip or crack the boat in some way. The boat is strong and I am not I shout at the wind. But the wind shouts back as it does and I remember that I am the wind. The earth is solid again and a new ship awaits me, a new river somewhere over the hill. I step softly but courageously into the land and trust the girl in the mirror. She is with me and holds my hand, lifts my eyes when they in weary look down. Goodbye boat I whisper. Hello ship I whisper. And the wind answers back, Hello.
Making Profits Pour is Port Hope-based company (Ontario, Canada) with a phone number 4162039238. Our data show that the company is located at the address: 136 Walton St. The company has a web site: www.rainmakersalesmastery.com.
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