I am learning to be lead in this month of Advent, in this month of the Winter Solstice.
I am learning to give up my agenda.
I am learning to not force it.
The forcing doesn't work anyway.
And it's exhausting.
What's the difference between the hustle of making things happen and forcing your personal agenda?
I don't know for sure, but it's something about obeying the inspired ideas and following through on them with vitality and enthusiasm.
But that really isn't the same thing as insisting that the plan you made must succeed because you have to prove you were right, and you have to save face, and you have to vindicate yourself.
That last sentence is full of the stuff I want to separate from.
Today would have been my brother's 63rd birthday.
He is one year gone from this world, but he is many years gone from my life.
It's a strange story of a difficult and thwarted life.
A boy with so much promise, ruined.
I don't want to write about it any more.
I'm going to wish us all a warm and festive day.
It's a day to be glad for everything you have, and you have a lot, no matter what foolishness you tell yourself.
If you have eyes to see, feet to stand, a voice to speak or sing.
Any of those are great riches.
I'm going to celebrate Joy and Life today.
You can too.