Every Day is Different
Something I've have been realizing lately... Every day is different. My initial reaction to this is anxiety. I want to have control. Want to plan. Want to KNOW. Then, I say it again: Every day is different. I try letting it sink in... Slowly softening and opening to the truth of it. Looking past my knee-jerk reaction/rejections of the thought. Allowing myself to see the opportunities and excitement in this truth. When I'm feeling discouraged/groundless/grasping, and through this lens of discouragement, I foresee more bleakness in the future... I remind myself: Every day is different. This reiterates that I DON'T know. And that's a good thing. Even when I have an established routine. This routine reassures me (falsely) that I know what to expect of my days. This knowing may even lead to an element of boredom/restlessness because "Everything is planned out." But, really: Every day is different....