Resistence is futile Dorothy

Surrender surrender surrender.  To the time that ticks away so fast.  To the tasks on my desk that loom and torture and snafu over and over again while my boss asks me for the next anticipated completion date.  To the traffic that simply stops.  To the people asking, to my screaming desire to run in the other direction.  To the rage that makes me want to smash my smartphone against the concrete divider in the highway while I trudge at 5 mph on the long commute home over a couple miles.

Release, let go, give it up, accept life on life’s terms.  Ha.  Why is that so freaking hard?!?!  I mean, I’m trying not to slam into the bloody wall and just turn left, but being on this twisty road I guess I ignored the sign down below “WARNING!  Primitive road–no warning signs!”  Potholes of expectations, drop offs of self criticism, narrow bridges where I have to yield to others.

Today I stop, slow down and look for the gift that calls for me to accept.  So I say in advance:

Thank you for this gift of delightful life.  Thank you for the trees that are eternal to me.  Thank you for the ability to speak.  Thank you for my consciousness to keep silent and feel Your loving hand on my shoulder, Your cool reassuring touch on my hand that we are going in the right direction and I can slow down and enjoy all these visions of You.