Backflips
I am thankful to the universe. Most days, I find myself thinking "I have to give that up to the universe." Control freak I am not, and I think this helps.
There's a lot outside of my control, and once I got myself to a place where I could just appreciate that, I felt my body and my mind relax. Especially in this life, and the diversity of the people in our orbit, there's just a lot I can't have ownership of. It's not a bad thing nor is it a complaint. It's just a realization and appreciation of the beautiful differences in all of us. We can't change what motivates people, where others find joy, what others find fearful, and that's okay. We can't control what actions others take and I own that. I can control me. That's all. And the rest? I give that up to the universe.
Sunday was a beautiful day at Lancaster Land. The sun was shining, the air was breezy and friends descended upon us. The mimosas were flowing for the ladies and the dirt bikes were revving for the gents. It was lazy and active and the juxtaposition of it all was just perfect.
We grabbed a blanket, sprawled out on the lush green field grass, and watched the debauchery that became of the day.
Track lines became rutted, rakes and shovels got used. Friends became closer and laughter filled our air. Until it didn't. Until I got scared.
I married one of those guys that gets high on adrenaline. I am not one of those people. The scary and the dangerous make me sweat and the lights in my vision dim just a little. Risk and fear are nowhere in my safe spaces. As much as we laughed and loved the events of the day, there was a reality check that shook me. The what ifs became really loud in my mind. I found myself spiraling into the game of "Worst Case Scenario" and I didn't like it.
Being different from your partner isn't a bad thing at all, but sometimes we're shown just how different we really are.
When he misses a backflip, my mind doesn't go where his does. It doesn't think about the ways to "nail it next time" or get excited to try it again right away, because my mind thinks about what we would have done if he hadn't gotten up. I'm serious, I got scared.
But that's why I'm thankful to the universe. Everything was ok. I've been provided best friends to share in the nervousness and a man that is exactly my opposite. I'm constantly being challenged and forced to grow a little more every day. I'm learning to appreciate the danger and the wins they provide.
Also, I'm thankful for soft dirt when the landings don't happen how we might have hoped.
And yes, that's a metaphor.
XO
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There's a lot outside of my control, and once I got myself to a place where I could just appreciate that, I felt my body and my mind relax. Especially in this life, and the diversity of the people in our orbit, there's just a lot I can't have ownership of. It's not a bad thing nor is it a complaint. It's just a realization and appreciation of the beautiful differences in all of us. We can't change what motivates people, where others find joy, what others find fearful, and that's okay. We can't control what actions others take and I own that. I can control me. That's all. And the rest? I give that up to the universe.
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| Toes in the grass. |
Sunday was a beautiful day at Lancaster Land. The sun was shining, the air was breezy and friends descended upon us. The mimosas were flowing for the ladies and the dirt bikes were revving for the gents. It was lazy and active and the juxtaposition of it all was just perfect.
We grabbed a blanket, sprawled out on the lush green field grass, and watched the debauchery that became of the day.
Track lines became rutted, rakes and shovels got used. Friends became closer and laughter filled our air. Until it didn't. Until I got scared.
I married one of those guys that gets high on adrenaline. I am not one of those people. The scary and the dangerous make me sweat and the lights in my vision dim just a little. Risk and fear are nowhere in my safe spaces. As much as we laughed and loved the events of the day, there was a reality check that shook me. The what ifs became really loud in my mind. I found myself spiraling into the game of "Worst Case Scenario" and I didn't like it.
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| Not "nailing" it. |
When he misses a backflip, my mind doesn't go where his does. It doesn't think about the ways to "nail it next time" or get excited to try it again right away, because my mind thinks about what we would have done if he hadn't gotten up. I'm serious, I got scared.
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| Us. |
Also, I'm thankful for soft dirt when the landings don't happen how we might have hoped.
And yes, that's a metaphor.
XO
Read more about Life at Lancaster Land and what this place is all about.