I woke up this morning and wondered if it would be a good day. Meaning, I wondered if things would go my way, if I would be able to accomplish all the tasks on my list without too many obstacles or annoying interruptions.
And then I realized today would be exactly as good as I allow it to be. It will be as easy as my own acceptance of what already is. It will be as kind to me as my ability to stay awake and see kindness. It will go my way to the precise extent that I give up on it going any particular way at all.
So why do I do this? Always imagine that the outside world and what happens or doesn’t, what is said or not said, what gets done or is left undone, should determine the state of my heart?
Why not rather humble myself and begin with nothing in the way of expectations and judgments about how this day unfolds?
Why not rather let go of the idea that this is wonderful and that is awful and surrender instead to the truth that every single hour contains exactly what it should and everything I need to be content already resides in my soul.
I think that’s my new plan for the day.