I found myself reflecting on the concept of being stuck over the last several days. I've been coming through the process of becoming unstuck through the evolution of the last weeks events. It's difficult. It's difficult because the uncertainty that has always existed around me is now undeniably revealed, and I'm finding the process a little bit unnerving.
I've been carrying all of these items around with me in my luggage for a minimum of three months. The oldest item is from well over a year ago. When I realized I hadn't planned my divestment earlier this afternoon, I was a bit worried that I'd be able to find seven things that I was ready to let go. Once I started, it only took a few minutes, and I only had to look in two locations to find them.
One thing that's kept me focused on what I believe is the right path has been my reliance on my daily practice. Today, I realized that I had seven items to move past, and even though I hadn't planned how that would play out, I found the items and got rid of them.
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| Minimalism - Day 7 - Alabama |
This small act of moving forward in the face of unexpected uncertainty has become a model, in my mind, for the change that's about to occur as I become unstuck from the familiar.
Additionally, I stuck with my calisthenics, and furthered the practice of letting go of some of my ties to my work. It felt a bit like leaning into discomfort, but the process of taking that step is getting easier.
I'm rambling now, so I think I'll wrap up. I'm looking forward to the adventure of tomorrow.
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