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there is no assurance, none. we do the best we can and believe in the abundance of the universe. the trick is, not to give yourself over to fear. i have understood trust is the key for a great while. i get many opportunities to confirm this belief.

i am beginning to write happy and this is a great cause for celebration. though i realized, while my approach may have changed, i have to allow myself to back out of uncomfortable situations and be true to myself. whatever that means.

there are so many opportunities to misfire. i have to let the few that get away from me, go. just go. once i clear my weapon and center myself, then i can begin again. it is not realistic to expect that i will not fire. perhaps someday, i will lay my weapons down entirely, but i am not yet at that point in my life.

i am no longer bracing myself in defensive posture, but i do have reactionary moments.

it's kind of like the dog whisperer, the more i blow it, the more opportunities i have to fix it. whatever it happens to be.

mercifully, the blowing it is decreasing. and i am grateful.

as the gerber daisies in my window simply are, emanating beauty by their very presence. so too, by owning my life, my needs, my dreams, i can learn to simply be present in each and every moment.