Lake Minnetonka steamed today. As the ice melted and the warm air wrapped around its edges, Lakeshore Boulevard was enveloped in giant swatches of wispy fogginess. Spring has sprung in the great state of Minnesota, and no one believes it, it would seem, except me. Across the Twin Cities as I move from appointment to appointment I suggest changed weather patterns, a hint of global warning, shorter winters as the shape of things to come, I am laughed at often. How great, I think that I don’t really know what I am talking about. And that my customers love me enough to call me out on it.
Here’s some of the sh*t I am grateful to have let go this week:
- Forecasting my future in my mind as a way of trusting in the reality of the present moment.
- Piling on work for the sake of feeling accomplished.
- Over-thinking the motives of some fairly toxic people.
- I’ll go further, accepting invitations to dabble once again with people who do not have my best interest at heart.
- Self-Doubt (Really)
The essence of me is thawing out much in the same way as my beloved Minnetonka. And as I watch the ducks move and meander along the curvy edges of the newly revealed shoreline, I am reminded of the importance of collaboration, partnership, sticking it out and hanging with all of those people who have helped me soothe open my heart and begin to truly live the life of my dreams.
I don’t have to have it all figured out Thank God. And I do rest in the comfort of change, anticipating the delights, challenges and energetic nuances that lie ahead. So grateful to all of those that have my back, basking in the assurance of newness moving forward, embracing the beguiling, bewitching wonder that will undoubtedly manifest as the fog continues to clear.