Ever try to sit and figure out your entire life’s plan over a cup of coffee?
Usually, we do it when we’re in a state of confusion (else we wouldn’t be doing it). So we sit there as our coffee cools and we try to connect every single dot that might emerge in our lives.
But as soon as we connect one dot to another, and the further along the constellation we get, we realize there’s a few other dots we might be missing.
Why did we choose that dot? There’s a couple others that we could have drawn that line to. Can we draw a squiggly line and connect all of them? We then realize the dots aren’t even numbered.
Ahh, shit... This whole exercise is ridiculous. We get frustrated and scared and realize that we have no idea what’s going to happen to us.
We’ve gotten in over our heads. Here we are, trying to predict our future from the sofa in our underwear. Worried stiff. Shaking from the caffeine buzz. And further deep than we were when we started. (Or is that just me?)
You know and I know that this is an exercise in futility. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve rewritten my ‘about’ page trying to declare my grand mission in life. And then tomorrow it changes.
One dot at a time. That’s all we should even attempt to connect. (If that.)
From here to right there. One step. We can probably see what we’re being called to do next. This, we can usually manage.
But if not, it’s no biggie. The dots will connect whether we will them to or not. And when we look back, if we’re kind enough with ourselves and present enough in our lives, I think we’ll see that the dots have lead somewhere we could never have imagined, but that absolutely made sense.