When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. - Lao Tzu
I think this season in my life is a process of undoing . Requiring me to bet on myself , even taking the necessary steps daily . But Sunday’s always give me a physical recalibration.
I’d go to brunch around noon if I was up early enough. I’d start day in question with one thought “ What’s new that I can uncover about myself”, and pondering this question always propelled me to go out!
So today I sat at the bar and ordered my usual mimosa while waiting for my brunch . As I’m sipping my mimosa, I just couldn’t help but think about the days I was sitting in my own room dreaming for days like Sunday . For some odd reason I felt the urge to check my student email, expecting some type of good news .
There it was ! — An email from my advisor. I’d been waiting on this moment for what almost seemed like a lifetime. Not to mention the generational pressure of achieving this for my family and myself.
I couldn’t believe this moment was finally coming true . A few years ago the same bell rang, however things never worked out in my favor. I can only remember the difficult period where none of this was in reach.
And it finally answered my lingering and pondering question .The moment of my destructive undoings of the past found me a this Sunday .
Because, Sunday solidifies the promise of each week I kept.