What is it that I am holding that isn't mine to carry? It feels heavy like dead weight ready to drop right off of my body. When I run, it runs with me, and my feet feel like I have weights on them the way they drag. Just a few times I run up the stairs and feel like myself. How do I release what isn't mine to carry when I don't even know I'm carrying it? These kids, they all make their way into my line of sight. I hope for a better life for them. I observe, ponder, listen and learn.
I'm directed to say it: "I release what is not mine to fix."
I am not in charge of fixing all situations presented to me. I just need to help as I am able. Each day is new and might bring about new places, spaces and people. Maybe I'll be able to help and maybe I'll be able to accept help.
I miss the way my dog would growl at the kids when they put their fingers close to her face. And how she would quickly bite their fingers before they pulled them away. They would laugh; I would laugh. I miss those funny moments we had with her, living in the now.
I fill up my water bottle at the refrigerator. Someone opens the door. I wait patiently until the door is closed again so my water bottle can start filling up again. It's an awkward wait like, oh my gosh, nobody realizes yet that when they open the door, the water stops. I try to practice patience when it happens, and my son opens it, and I tell him to close it right away.
I hear the word "unacceptable", and now gently remind myself to get in a position in which I am able to accept what is mine to carry and release what is not mine to fix.