As I ran like a deranged muppet for my connecting flight in Cairo, the thought “I really do not enjoy doing this” came to mind.
What would the alternative be? For everything to work exactly as it should so that the layover is comfortable? Or for me to be at ease with this “bumpiness”?
The latter.
The bumpiness that is life.
When did I get so intolerant? Or maybe the question really is, when did I finally notice I was this way?
When did I stop masking my discomfort that life wasn’t the way I wanted it to be?
Why did I think I was in charge?
And why did it take so long for me to let go?
"The ability to flow around what’s going on in your life, allows you to create the harmony you want. You create your own misery by expecting everything to adapt to you. Change your perception and make it work for you." (Master Co)
The Chinese say we need to be like water, to flow around the rocks, not to get angry and crash into the rocks screaming at them to move. We needn’t get so worn out. We just need to flow.
Let go, relax and flow. This is the art of surrender.
I, am still a work in progress.
