Yesterday I was in the midst of my day and found myself reflecting on the many things I have to do and how I hoped it would all go smoothly. Then I thought about how I would feel if things didn’t go smoothly. Sometimes my knee-jerk reaction to a wrench being thrown into the mix can cause me to wobble. My center is lost for a little while and I send myself off spinning toward the negative aspects of whatever is happening. I wish I wasn’t so busy, I wish I had more time, I wish I wish I wish.
The thing is, it’s all ok. The many things I have going on, the occasional wrenches thrown in, the hiccoughs. All of it is purposeful. My wishing for more of anything, when wished from the energy of frustration or a place of non-acceptance of “what is” doesn’t bring me any closer to my wish than I was before. In fact, it keeps me from it. It keeps it from me.
Life will happen, wrenches happen. Allowing for the wrenches to be there and appreciating them as guides, as markers, along the journey which may in fact lead to an even better place, a better outcome than I’d anticipated feels far better than the feeling of angst that comes with things not going as planned.
It’s in the movement forward that the wrenches (and the smooth parts) get left behind and a whole new landscape of life opens up. Those wrenches can be carried along too but they tend to get really heavy.
Love you all! xox