I’ve always been a firm believer in the religion of sleeping on it. Nighttime is rarely when I shine in decision-making; I’m more of a morning gal.
There are exceptions, however, and this evening I exercised my right to step outside of my faith, twice. Hand over that scarlet letter.
The details of my decisions aren’t important (at least to you, anyway); it’s the lesson in trust and timing that’s relevant. If there’s anything that I’ve learned the past month living in a new country it’s that you have to just go for it or you might miss your chance.
Like the opportunity to “throw stuffed toys at each other while we laugh uncontrollably until we break a handmade gingerbread ornament and Mama Anna tells us game over” with two six year olds. I can’t tell you the last time I just PLAYED. Goofed. Let go completely. Broke something. (Sorry, Anna.)
I can’t tell you the last time I opened my heart completely.
It’s in those 15 minutes that I decided to say yes to a future of infinite possibility driven by freedom in the present. I trusted wholly. It’s as if my mind released and I could just go with the flow of what my gut was telling me was right.
Remind me to play more often.