The journey of consciousness is not a comfortable one.
And so in my mind
I let go of the imagined way I'd like to travel my own
in a luxuriously cushioned box car
with first class treatment
and glove tipped pleasantries
and the plate glass window zooming by the sights and places I might someday wish to visit.
I let go of believing that if I just keep my mouth shut and don't "stir up the mud" that everyone is happier
and that if you want something badly enough that you can make it happen.
I let go of my way of doing it, or the "right" way of doing it
I let go of looking like I "have it all handled" because it's exhausting
and I surrender to the comfort
that something larger is at work
That each challenge, circumstance, or person in my life
is here to teach me to let go
the best person I am meant to be.
I sip my fizzy water in the expensive glass with the lemon hanging off the side as I stare out the widow of the landscape of my life and think of how funny the expression is....
"When life hands you lemons....."