You’ll Never Get It Done and You’ll Never Get It Wrong

I’ve been noticing something lately.

When I’m relaxed, things seem to work out better.

Not because I’m trying harder. Not because I’ve figured something out. Actually, probably because I’ve stopped trying so hard to figure everything out.

When I don’t try to control everything.

When I don’t think too far ahead of myself.

When I stay present.

When I stay grateful.

Because gratitude equals miracles.

I do believe that. I really do.

And love travels faster than footsteps.

That’s another one of my biggies.

And life moves through us. We don’t move through it.

I don’t know where these things come from. They just kind of show up and I write them down before they disappear again.

And another thing I’ve been thinking about is that you’ll never get it done and you’ll never get it wrong.

I know.

Kind of irritating, isn’t it?

Especially if you’re one of those people who has a list for your list.

My Capricorn rising is always saying, “Hey! Why are we sitting here? We gotta go! We gotta climb the mountain! We gotta get ready for this and prepare for that and make sure we don’t miss the thing!”

And lately I’ve just been sitting with that part of myself and saying, “Yeah, okay. I hear you.”

“You can feel that way if you want.”

“I’ll still love you.”

Things get quieter.

Things get lighter.

I feel more creative.

More peaceful.

More fun.

Yesterday Home Depot gave us a bunch of free plants.

Free.

I just asked.

That’s it.

And I thought, well, isn’t life kind of like that?

Ask for help.

Ask for guidance.

Ask for a miracle.

Ask yourself to shut the hell up for a minute and take a breath.

Seriously.

Just for a minute.

The mind is a wonderful tool, but it never seems to know when it’s off duty.

And maybe that’s why so many of us are exhausted.

We’re trying to solve a life that isn’t a problem.

We’re trying to finish something that was never meant to be finished.

I really don’t think we’re here to get everything right.

The beautiful stuff.

The messy stuff.

The scary stuff.

The sacred stuff.

Or as I call it, being scared-cited.

I’ve been using that word since about 2006.

Scared-cited.

When you’re excited and a little bit terrified at the same time.

Which, let’s be honest, is most worthwhile things.

Same energy.

You can call it fear if you want.

Or you can call it excitement.

Your choice.

So here I am, sitting in my yard that’s still a work in progress, looking at plants, rocks, dirt piles, and whatever else we’re creating out here.

The yard is becoming.

I’m becoming.

You’re becoming.

We’re all works in progress.

Always.

Thank God.

Can you imagine how boring it would be if we were done?

And the older I get, the more I believe we’re loved way more than we can possibly imagine.

I think we all have help.

I think we all have guidance.

I think we’re a lot less alone than we think we are.

And I think we came here for this crazy human experience, so we might as well stop fighting it so much.

We made the bed.

Now we get to lie in it.

Or is it lay in it?

See?

I don’t even know.

And honestly, nobody gives a shit anyway.

Not at the end of the day.

Not in the morning.

Not at lunch.

They’re too busy worrying about their own lives.

Peaceful.

Happy.

Confused.

Scared-cited.

Grateful.

Whatever.

Just be it.

You don’t have to force it.

You don’t have to finish it.

And you’re definitely not getting it wrong.