Ayahuasca showed me a life I'm not living yet, and I can't tell if I should make peace with that or make the leap
I went to an ayahuasca retreat a little over a year ago. During the ceremonies I saw myself living a different life from the one I am living now. Free, grounded, in nature. A version of myself I loved.
Now I am stuck in the opposite. A long commute into the city, corporate work culture, loud noises, a boss who yells at me, boring and pointless work that I'm not interested in at all and adds no impact to society. An office I feel trapped in.
One day I went for a walk during lunch and sat on a bench overlooking the water and Manhattan (I work on the other side of the river in Jersey). I felt so empty and disconnected. Everything felt meaningless.
Aya made my misery louder. It showed me my future, and I am not living it yet. I know it takes time, but it almost feels like sitting on top of a gold mine and not being able to dig. Or being able to dig, just not at the pace I want, because of the job, because I am way too comfortable, and because I get distracted a lot, with friends always pulling me into the city. Good is the enemy of great right? My Sunday scaries have turned into Saturday scaries. One short week, I was cutting fruit on a Thursday night and felt the Sunday scaries hit two days early. This is how bad it's gotten.
Obviously my situation is not as bad as I make it out to be. I work from home two days a week, I have extra time, and I get a full salary in the meantime. I say I'm grateful, but I don't actually feel it. Part of me just wants it to end already so I can move forward. I know it is time to get uncomfortable, but I am scared of that too. Deep down I know I will handle whatever comes next, but it is still scary.
What I am torn between is, should I learn to be grateful and make peace with where I am, or is feeling this way a sign that I should make the leap and not look back?