It's been one of those weeks where everything is questioned and all I want is someone else to make the decisions. Unfortunately, (or not), the hardest questions we're presented are often the ones that will have the most lasting affect and are the questions I'd most like to run away from.
In fact, this week has been all about me wishing I could stick my head in the sand and hide. I've hung close to home and I've done very little; it's clearly what I need, but so not what I want. I've felt like I've been caught in a gossamer web so fine that the strands that have me embedded are transparent, until they aren't. The harder I try to extricate myself, the more emeshed I become.
Clearly the message here is to stop trying to control and just let go. And to trust that I really do know exactly what I need.
