The longer, harder, more stubborn way


I want to be honest with you about something.

The path I walked was not the most efficient one. It was not guided, not structured, and not supported in any meaningful sense. It was just me, stubbornly putting one foot in front of the other, refusing to give up on finding something that actually fit.

That stubbornness is core to who I am. It makes me very good at some things and very difficult at others. It also meant that when there was no clear way forward, I made one anyway — slowly, imperfectly, and without the benefit of anyone who had done it before me in a way I could follow.

I spent years doing research that could have been streamlined. I had experiences I didn't know how to interpret because I had no framework for them. I circled back over the same ground repeatedly because I didn't know I'd already covered it. It worked. But it cost more time and more energy than it needed to.

This week's post is about that path — the self-guided one. Who it's for, what it produces, and what I wish I'd had when I was walking it.

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Hi, I'm Orlagh, of Brigid's Forge

I'm dedicated to helping women in particular develop their spiritual path in life. I'm focused heavily on Brigid in Ireland, although not all my followers are! I teach, speak, coach and mentor people to help them along their own individual path, based on what lore we have, but also allowing for each individual path to develop as it needs to.

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