The night was exhausting from the tug of war in my mind. Anger, annoyance and frustration kept me agitated, destroying restful sleep. In the morning, I struggled to gain composure. I had the feeling I’d been battling menacing forces all night, and they still lingered in the shadows. Not knowing who the victor was, I groggily sipped my tea for some recovery time.
After several hours…
I am noticing a true solidarity in Being. I am seeing clearly and feeling confident. I suddenly have no interest in apologizing for my imperfections. I am seeing them more as reminders to try something new. There is a greater sense of compassion. I try to keep my thoughts focused in faith, and trust. I am trusting that I am right where I need to be, doing exactly what I need to be doing. The voice of doubt has become more of a manageable mumbling. I watch and find amusement in the childlike innocence of it.