Every now and then, I find myself jumping through hoops and being grateful that the Universe is putting hoops in my path through which jumping is necessary. They provide a sort of gating system that slows down the pace, giving you an opportunity to think about what you are doing. The rewards and the risks aren’t always evident, particularly when life is rushing by at a frightening speed. The hoops give you the pause to contemplate them.
Of course, all the thinking just makes you want to vomit on your shoes with anxiety. While vomiting serves a biological purpose, suppressing the gag reflex is a pretty good skill to acquire and practice. I find that I perform best and am most credible as an individual and decision-maker when I am able to control the flow of fluids out of my body. That is not to say that there is not an appropriate time and place for said flow or that individuals who succumb to such flow are somehow not as worthy of all of life’s bounties as I am. No, all I am trying to say is that I prefer to avoid vomiting in public.
But that’s not the point. The point is that I have fallen victim to the desire to get from here to there are quickly as possible. I am as guilty as the next person of wanting to be done with the torture of waiting. However, I like to remain chill under most circumstances, and when I lose that chill factor, I tend to regret it. The Universe knows this, so it caters to me. Well, not exactly caters. That would imply that the Universe revolves around me, which, incidentally, I have been told on more than one occasion it does not. I get that. All I’m saying is that the Universe gets that I am best when chilled, so I uncannily find myself in the position to be chill when I need it most. And right now, I need to be chill. Like a good bottle of red wine, I am best enjoyed when slightly lower than room temperature.
Jumping through hoops isn’t always a bad thing. In fact, there are times when it’s exactly what you need to keep yourself sane. And chill.
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