It’s the end of another week. Another Friday. After another Thursday after another Wednesday after another Tuesday after another…you get the idea. And you might think that I’m headed towards some reflection on the tedium of it all…the endless repetition and cycle of days and weeks, months and years.
On the contrary.
It’s this one-after-the-other that brings me comfort. I did yesterday; I can figure out today. I lived last year alright; this year should be fine too. New things enter the equation, for sure. But I always figure out something. You always figure out something. Yes? We get by.
I’m wrapping up a run of Just Five Things with a wonderful group of women. We’ve gone through a nice range of prompts and the past two weeks have been another opportunity to witness what happens when individuals show up to a practice, when they show up for themselves and for each other.
When I offer this class, I work new prompts into each run while also incorporating a few mainstays. Even the mainstays, though, fall onto the page as a new list. Because any day is not the same day lived five months ago. Every day is a new day. And we are, necessarily, a new and different person. Subtly different, but different nonetheless. We are new and we are fresh.
Which is kind of awesome.
Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others.
Unfold your own myth.
~ Rumi ~
I know there are days (weeks, months, years) that can be a real struggle. But there comes a point, in every day (whether good or less good), when we lay head to pillow. And then there comes a point when we open our eyes. And then it’s a new day.
A blank page, a fresh start, a tabula rasa.
What will you do with yours???
Sending a little love your way, m