Easy Does It

5.4.25

For what’s left of my life, is my motto going to be “Easy Does It”? I certainly fucking hope so because I’m tired. I spent the first 43 years of my life doing exactly the opposite. Swimming upstream, determined to control everything outside of my control, instead of flowing freely with the water, trusting my HP to direct me.

This morning, the topic was surrender. I sat in my chair thinking about what surrendering meant to me, listening to women share beautiful stories about their surrender to their HP. I don’t know if I tried to move or if it was just a brief thought, but I felt paralyzed. Not in a bad, scary, panic way. I thought about sharing but couldn’t find my voice. I had an overwhelming feeling that there was nowhere else I would rather be. I felt my HP’s presence. A warm embrace of love, a calming peace washing over me.

I used to think surrendering was a sign of weakness—giving up control and the ability to stand up for my beliefs, my values, my loved ones, and myself. I understand now that surrendering means I can share the weight of my burdens. I am not alone; I have a shoulder to lean on and cry on, whether it’s tears of happiness or sadness. Surrendering means strength.