A Day of Trust
I woke up this morning feeling tired, but content. Thankful. And I could tell I was only a thought away from losing it.
Some days I wake up already in the rut of my āworry-track.ā Today, for whatever reason, Iāve started from outside of it. From here, for now, I can see my familiar way of worrying all day for what it isāa habit; a rut. But when Iām in that rut, I canāt see anything else.
Being hereāoutside the rutāfeels precarious. I can tell that just about any thought can easily push me back into my rut. My programmed response to life: searching for danger, noticing it, focusing on it.
I can feel myself falling into it right now.
But, I can still see it, which means I can still choose itā¦ or I can choose something else.
From outside the rut, I can see that thereās another way to live.
I can choose to go through this entire day (just this one day, no need to try to do them all) confident. Optimistic. Knowing itās all going to be okayāthat itās all working out for good, that Iām right on track.
I can choose to believe today that there is a current and that itās carrying me. I can let go and trust the process, knowing that so much good is not only coming, but here for me today.
I can choose to believe that Life Itself is doing wonderful things in me, through me, and for me. I can choose to believeāall day today, from waking to sleeping.
What kind of day would that be?