Success

It’s the summer solstice. Today you pointed and asked me about bees so we watched the bees. They were busily collecting pollen from a beautiful flowering bush.

Thank you for reminding me to slow down to watch the bees. To feel their interconnectedness and the interconnectedness of all things.

We could feel the connection between the bees and each other, their connection to the flowers and to the air and to us. We slowed down and opened our senses to connect.

The past few months I have been practicing slowing down and it’s caused me to notice all the places where I rush. Where I’m just trying to finish one thing as quickly as I can to be able to get to the next item on the list… where am I trying to go?

I’m trying to get all caught up so that I can do the things that I want to do, to rest or to dance in the living room. Or to put on some music and write. When will I ever be “caught up”? When will I have earned my right to do what I want? When will I have earned my right to be happy? The bar keeps moving and I’m sick of chasing it.

Fuck that bar. I’m redefining what success looks like.

Let’s define success based on how many people did we make smile?

How many bees did we notice? How many birds did we hear? How many deep breaths did we take?

How many times did we stay calm and steady and regulated in the face of chaos?