Releasing from the Muck

It’s July already. Not sure how it got here so quick, or what happened to the first six months of the year. The firestorm of change doesn’t voluntarily let up for time to reflect, if I want to pause, I have to make the time. I’ve never been good at taking time to pause from work, but with every new day serving upheaval smothered in crazy sauce, taking time to pause and reflect is a necessity, not a nicety.

Truthfully, I like getting into the nitty-gritty of what is going on in the world. In part, it gives me the illusion that if I just know enough, can put the pieces together, make all of the connections, I can change things for the better. It’s dangerous like quicksand, though, the more I struggle to get an understanding of world events, the more prone I am to getting stuck in the muck. The moment I pause to breathe, I stop sinking. Remembering who I am, that I am part of something much bigger than whatever I could imagine or any human could create, makes me buoyant, releasing me from the muck. My perspective shifts as I move to new ground, to the place where meaningful action can be done.