Working It Out

I'm in one of those spaces in my life where it's very apparent that I don't control what happens next.

This should be super stressful. It is, in fact, a little stressful, but I'm realizing that most of my stress is related to finishing a big project (packing all of my stuff) but not to the "and then what happens" portion of the program.

Because I've been here before. And it works out. That's the thing about life -- it's twisty and bendy and surprising, and at some point? You have to go with it. You can fight the journey, or you can enjoy the journey. Either way? You're probably going to end up in the same place -- and you can end up there exhausted and bitter, or you can end up there with laughter in your heart.

I'm not choosing to be tired or cranky. (I mean, I'm tired? But not the "I hate my life" kind -- it's the "I need more sleep" kind.) I'm not choosing to fight against where the paths are taking me. Instead, I've decided to be open about what might happen next.

It's hard for me to let go and let it work out. It's not the way I'm wired, not even a little. The older I get, though, the more apparent it is that this is one of the lessons I'm supposed to learn. I think I'm finally getting it.

And it will work out.