Some are flying.
Some driving.
Some planning to walk more, and some carpooling.
Soon, 10 real live people will be here with me.
What are their expectations?
What have they packed into their luggage alongside warm sweatshirt and favorite paintbrush?
Whose voice is speaking to them in their head?
Is the packing they’ve done opening them up? Are the voices in their head ticking boxes of truth and trust?
Is everyone choosing freedom over constraint?
We get to choose; isn’t that amazing to realize?!
We get to choose right now as we pack, we get to choose what we carry.
Will it be opening and expectation?
Will it be freedom and wonder no matter what we run into?
Can it be delight and opportunity, regardless of the lines at security or mask annoying our breathing?
You get to choose.
I remind myself of this today too, as I run amok in my head, thinking the important things I must do are make sure there is enough paper towel, that the salad dressings are plentiful, and that all my available paints will please EVERYONE.
I realize it is time instead to sit for a moment and assess this internal dialog, realize it is my background fear-voice trying to control the show; again. The soups are made, the breads prepared, the salads planned. The tables are set, the mundane work is complete. I let it go, along with the voices trying to keep me on these tasks, telling me it is the safe place to focus, and lean into the real reason I am coming here, and the real direction I am choosing; opening to the depths of mystery and wonder that only come through trusting a hunch, launching a vision, and jumping in head first. splash <3