While commenting on a friend’s Facebook note about setting goals, reaching for your big year, I started typing about an experience I’d just had driving through the mountains today. This is the actual picture I took, and what I wrote. I hope it helps you lighten up.
This afternoon I drove up into the snowy Rocky Mountains as the sun was setting on a blue sky beautiful day. I stopped by a fast moving stream where it tumbled over these slate gray rocks deep in a gorge bathed in blue gray light.
Ice cold – crystal clear – it poured from somewhere far up in the mountains inevitably down into Golden. Nothing in the world was going to stop it.
No one could discourage the water or throw it off course.
Not too deep, it’s power at any point drawn from the momentum of millions of gallons behind it and further ahead. Every drop from snowfall to river to lake exactly where it was supposed to be at this exact moment, and in each moment that followed it down.
This is what I’m shooting for.
To stop all the reaching, the struggle to wriggle out of one imagined fix and into another – but, to be here, and be me, and do just what I do without anyone else’s opinion or agenda.
So, I pull myself as close to the side of my own pool as possible, and use my own strength to spring hard from the cement and into the deep end without reservation. This is how it feels.
This is not my big year. This is not my big month. This is not my big season. I’ve thrown the calendar into the trash to live day to day and try to draw on that small but mighty stream – to water the world I’m meant to reach and nothing more.
Love to you my reader. May you find this snapshot helpful in stopping your stress about your business and giving you a quiet place to know how cool you are and how what you are is the key to what you ought to be doing next.
Rick
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