After Tracy’s Kundalini class last Sunday, Tracy said that she needed someone to help her lock the door to the outside. Because I have a tendency to stay around and chit chat, I was one of the last two people in the room and ended up being the volunteer. Tracy said that she would go outside and push hard against the door while I turned the latch. “It’s a little tricky,” she said as she stepped outside in her bare feet and disappeared behind the door. Fingers on the thumb latch, I waited expectantly as she leaned against the door to close it. I started to press, but the latch wouldn’t budge. I anticipated that it to be difficult so I tightened my grip and tried to use all of my strength to get it to turn. Nothing. “Just a second,” Tracy said from behind the door, and then I felt the door shift slightly into alignment with the frame. CLICK. The latch turned and the bolt slid into place. Effortlessly. This got me thinking:
What if it’s SUPPOSED to be easy?
What if it's not about pounding the pavement or beating my head against the wall until I find the answer, but instead about finding a way to create less resistance?
What if it’s about smiling and laughing and enjoying conversations with friends and strangers, remembering that the answers often come when I least expect them?
Or about finding something fun in whatever I am doing? Because I have to do it anyway, so I might as well make it feel like a party.
What if it's about singing out loud when my favorite song comes on in the grocery store and not caring what the person next to me is thinking?
Or about dancing a little as I walk at night because it is easier to move to the beat of the music than against it.
What if it's about being curious instead of expectant and finding pleasure in all the small steps along the way to where I think I want to be?
Or about learning how to flow with agility through the highs and lows instead of trying to control the next steps.
What if it's about saying “Please” and “Thank you” and “How are you?” and “I'm sorry” and “I love you” and really feeling the words in my heart as they come out of my mouth?
Or about choosing to have compassion instead of ruminating on the ways in which I feel wronged?
What if it’s about me lining up with me and letting everything else fall into place as effortlessly as the bolt in the door?