I’ve been hanging on too tightly… letting go of control.

I saw the passage below a couple of days ago. I don’t know who to attribute it to. I’m sure some sappy meme or such, but damned if it isn’t spot on. 

“We don’t always know how things are going to unfold and come to fruition, but we don’t have to. When we let go of control & start believing unconditionally the universe starts creating magic for us.” 

Call it magic, alignment, flow, in the zone, God… call it what you will… I can give a big “Amen” from the back row to support this! 

The idea of “letting go of control” has NOT been my natural default mode for much of my adult life.

Enter the past couple of years stage left, who is rumored to be overheard saying, “Oh so you need to know huh, you need a little certainty do you? Hold my beer & watch this.”

Nobody simply sailed through this year. This the only time I will ever advocate everyone get a “participation” trophy! 

We all have had our own “oh shit” moments.

Everyone just handled them differently. 

As for me... I’m sure I’m not alone, at times this year has felt like riding a roller coaster at Six Flags, and I was white knuckling it, holding on with a Kung Fu grip and a grimace on my face praying for the ride to end. (You know the look... the one where they snap your picture half way through the ride and try to sell you the photo with your contorted look of terror, excitement, and nausea) 

My friend Mike, an old cowboy / bull rider turned recruiter in Dallas used to say in his unique homespun way, “Bradley, God can’t fill closed hands.” 

Ain’t that the truth Mike!!!

Seeking control is like trying to “drive” a roller coaster. Not only is it impossible... but you miss out on what can be the magic of the ride itself. 

And since this ride doesn’t stop and you can’t get off... you’d better figure it out and begin to enjoy it.

I finally had to lean in, stop resisting, and just start being. I began to believe and enjoy the ride

It sure as hell hasn’t been easy. I fought it so hard. Still do some days

It only took most of this year (and 50+ before it ) but I finally opened my hands.

Turns out the damndest thing happened. Mike was right. God’s filling them! 

Bradley

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