On that ride back, I was caught up in someone else’s definition of a beautiful life event. Almost distraught, about having not done something I “should” have done. The reality was, in that moment I had done exactly what I was intended to do. I was exactly where I needed to be. Sharing an unforgettable moment with my dad, one that warms my heart every single time it comes to mind.
The sweet spot lies in getting comfortable with the initial feeling of scattered pieces, the feeling that everything is on the brink of falling apart. We must get comfortable with trusting ourselves enough to know that the unorganized will eventually sort itself out and we’ll land in a new equilibrium.
This piece started out as 5 things I’m leaving behind in 2020. It has morphed into 1- I suspect the one everything boils down to. …
We are powerless to change the things we aren’t aware of. In the minutiae there is much we take for granted, that we tune out of, but ultimately these habits and actions subconsciously shape our lives.
As a child I lived in a zinc house. In 1988 Hurricane Gilbert ripped the roof off and left coconuts on our beds as parting…
11/13/2018 @ 6:15pm So I didn’t have a ride, I scheduled an Uber there for 5:00am. —- my Uber driver was courteous…sounded Caribbean. After the…
