Lean In
“Lean in,” I heard. It was a simple, quiet statement. I knew what it meant instantly and it scared me. It meant:
\ Stretching a little farther in embracing (even the idea of) joy and hope for the future.
\ Releasing more fear that the bottom might drop out. Again.
\ Trusting that the worst is behind and the best is yet unfolding.
Lean in. Drink deep…
Happy Anniversary?
...I still either have to brace myself or forget and get spin-cycled through the day/week/whatever.
Is that you?
I’m praying for you - for us - today so you know you’re not alone. You’re not forgotten. You are loved.
Finished.
One of the hardest things in the world is learning and then confronting who you are. Who you really are when everything that’s made you “you” isn’t around anymore. But now we’re all doing it. We’re all finding out who we REALLY are. Together. Right now. And it’s happening fast.
What Was the Last Thing?
So what’s the last thing you heard? Do you remember? Have you finally stopped long enough yet during this quarantine to ask?
Burn the Boats!
I realized then that I had continued to hold onto one residual thought; one remnant feeling that was very effective at preventing me from moving forward with any sense of urgency. That residual remnant was this: that there was something to ‘go back’ to.