Catching the Air

Truth is, I’m really good at over-doing stuff. Planning endlessly, trying too hard to fix unfixable things, wanting to know beyond certainty that things will be ok.

Life feels so much more comfortable when you’re sure you’ve got everything done and made everyone happy so all your plans will turn out just as you imagined.

Which of course it almost certainly won’t. Most of that isn’t even possible. It’s just about me wanting to have control, which is kind of like wanting to catch air with your bare hands. And also not possible.

But air isn’t designed to be contained and controlled. And neither are our lives, or anyone else’s life.

I’ve learned that trying to get comfortable by controlling stuff is a frustrating (and pretty boring) game I can never win. I get much more satisfaction from learning how to get better at dealing with whatever life throws at me. Instead of trying to catch the air, I can breathe it in and simply live.

I’m very certain about my capacity to do that. Some days, what life throws at me is way better than anything I had planned or could even imagine