Do you ever feel like things are fixed?
Do you ever think that the way things are is the way they are and you've settled so deeply into a way of living, thinking or being that a detour, another path or option just isn't there? Not like in the dead end kind of way, but like you're caught up in whatever it is you've got going on?
Do you ever think well this is the way things are, this is the way I am and that is that?
Do you assume you know yourself?
Do you think you believe the possibilities for your life are laid before you like silverware set at the table or laundry stacked neatly in piles?
Do you ever feel like well, this is it, this is the way it's gonna be and not in that sad and despondent way, but a non-seeing kind of way?
But then one day you surprise yourself.
You try something new and it introduces the long dormant idea of possibility.
It is a wonder of wonders to behold because you recall you're ticklish and that particular tinkle of your own laughter when you're really, really happy is like music to your own ears.
Then you realize you're the one making the music.
You realize you can create the music.
You wondrous you.
And it may not be music, it may be a story or a poem or a dress or a sketch or something green growing in your garden or zip lining or something as humble as a perfect sandwich.
I had one such moment lately and I am still riveted, astounded, surprised by my own capacity. And yeah, I'm reveling in it.