We decide when the finish line is.
We keep our eye on the ball until we reach it.
We keep our strength, our faith, and our tools nearby.
And then sometimes, "our" finish line comes and goes and we find out that it wasn't the finish line that Life/God/the Universe intended for us. Turns out we had a little more patience to learn, a little more processing to do, a little more letting go to ... let go.
It's not easy to reach that line and find out that hey, there's more to do, to wait, to be with. It's not easy.
So we breathe, and then we dip our cup in the trust bucket at little more, we take one more sip of faith.
And with an all-body sigh, we let go just one more little bit.
Let go of what we think is the right timing, maybe even the right outcome - and if we are really lucky, we allow ourselves to listen to what the better plan is.
I believe naps are really good helpers in this process.
SCARED OF THE SACRED