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In The Meantime

Waiting for the world to open up fully is putting me in an odd space of holding on and letting go. It feels like a brine of "then" and "soon" while standing in what is "in the meantime."

The vacillation between then and soon can be exciting and sad at the same time. Sometimes we can't help but sketch out the future based on what we knew in the past, but it never really works out like that does it?

I realized the other day that this 'in the meantime' space is where I am actively practicing being present and letting go of what once was and what shall be. Both the past and the imagined future can be so limiting. Can any of us say we haven't been limited by our attachments to the past and the shortcomings of our imaginations?

In the meantime, I am continuing to get traction in the moments as I'm in them. It's work. I'm kindling the energy of creation and imagination, but I am leaving room for new information by taking my self out of my comfort zone a little bit everyday. What does that mean? It means I am remembering the short comings of the past and trying my best to not keep falling into those grooves. Saying yes to too many things. Saying no because I'm scared or intimidated. Playing life small because I don't think I deserve my life to be bigger than it is. Can I imagine myself being brave and trying new things? Can I create a space for myself in the world I want to live in? Can I invite new connections and drop what doesn't serve me? I get to practice this with how I structure my day, how I feed myself food and life and in how I tend to relationships with people in my life.

As mentioned before, In the Meantime takes work. It is a constant effort to stay awake and focused. It takes the honesty of telling yourself the truth and being brave to action changes that make sense based on that truth or to support the work of nourishing yourself.

The past is over. The future is unknown. But, in the meantime, we live our best lives.

"The Wind" as written by Yusuf Islam

I listen to the wind, to the wind of my soul

Where I'll end up, well, I think only God really knows

I've sat upon the setting sun

But never, never, never, never

I never wanted water once

No never, never, never

I listen to my words but they fall far below

I let my music take me where my heart wants to go

I swam upon the Devil's lake

But never, never, never, never

I'll never make the same mistake

No, never, never, never

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