Lately, I’ve been in the receiving mode.
That is, I’m being challenged to receive. Being able to receive is more than being open to physical gifts. It is a willingness to be open—to anything. To the good and the sad. To heart-swelling and heartbreaking news. It requires vulnerability and allowance, and the work is difficult. It means leaning in, turning toward, speaking up. Being open is a daily practice of staying present and accepting life without pushing against the moment.
I’ve been awed by the return, what happens when I let go. The revelation is profound. When I accept help, free my truth, or face a painful moment, as difficult as these can sometimes feel, the gifts are immediate and expansive. They’re reminders that I can ease my grip on the wheel a little—or a lot.
I can see more when I’m not focused on the road.