When I hang on, knuckles white, anxious, scared, I keep miracles from happening. I know that’s true, but sometimes all I can do is hang on.
But today, I loosened the grip a bit. I showed weakness and uncertainty and got support. I followed intuition and got a delightful surprise. I rested instead of worrying. Maybe I’m catching on. Slowly, oh so slowly. . . but catching on that loosening up is the Way. The Truth. The Path.