Every blade of grass has an angel that bends over it and whispers, “Grow! Grow!”
I’ve been thinking alot about surrender. I’m a restless person. Racing mind and curiosity to match, I rarely say no. I also have a heightened sensitivity that too often compromises my ability to say no, let go and have patience to allow things to unfold. Especially the older I get. I have high standards on people and even higher standards for myself. Impossibly high. I know this about myself. So what has me squirm? Each day is another opportunity to let go—to give it up, surrender….be conscious, aware and generous. Opportunity? It’s painful. There it is. Day after day. The same noise in my head….the same letting go.
What has us move on? For most I suspect it’s something or someone else trumps it. A new guy you can’t stand at work that’s just like the old guy you couldn’t stand. And there you are–letting go of the new old Tim, or Bob or Mary. It get’s old doesn’t it? Or a love lost….and lost…and lost and lost.
Surrender Dorothy. I was talking with a friend the other day about working styles—creative styles each of us have. A style..individual and unique. I was also thinking about how culture today seems to have funneled each of us into the same expectation. Who build teams anymore that compliment each other? We are all expected to do the same things, in the same amount of time. We judge ourselves against a common measurement of sameness. We have learned what works for the mass and tailor our skills toward that–and when it doesn’t work, we beat ourselves up over it…and we don’t talk about it do we. With each other I mean. Once in a while it comes out over lunch or a beer and we think…”wow! I feel that too..and I thought I was the only one.” and for a moment we feel a breath of air. A commonality in our uncommonality. And it feels good to be not perfect and not knowing and not wrong.