Did you ever try to run underwater as a kid?
I remember pushing forward with all my strength. Using every muscle. And yet the water always won. Finally, exhausted, I would give in. I'd let the water win and feel myself sink into it. I'd take a deep breath, filling my lungs with air and then float to the top. Eyes closed. The world quiet with my ears just below the water. Not giving up, mind you. Just joining forces with what was working.
Life is like that. It goes at it's own pace no matter how hard we push (or pull). It seems I am usually hurrying it along or holding onto it with both hands and my feet dug into the earth trying my best to slow it down. I should be patient. Mindful. I know this. But those moments always come after the struggle. When I remember how good it feels to give in and feel weightless. To let go and just be. To take each moment as it comes.
Make this meal. Knit one row on this sock. Love up these people of mine. Let the sun shine on my face. Sing along to good music. Eat. Love. Laugh at myself for getting in over my head with that pile of halloween costume fabric. Savoring each piece of this life like a good cup of coffee. One sweet little moment at a time. Even if it's my second reaction…. that's okay. Better late than never, right?
Have yourself a lovely little evening.