I don’t have the most perfect track record when it comes to sticking to things but I’m willing to amend this, especially since it’s a new year and Ava’s quickly catching on to pretty much anything, even her father’s wacky dancing. The poor, poor girl.
But the point is I need to be willing to trust myself. I need to stop feeling like I can’t handle the pressure, the responsibility of establishing something that could be incredibly important for our community. Our city is known for its incredibly high rates of illiteracy and if I turn a blind eye to that problem just because I’d feel more comfortable lounging around in a pair of stained yoga pants than leading a writing workshop, then I’m obviously a part of the problem, not the solution. Sometimes not trying to make a difference is a greater travesty than trying and failing.
So no more hoping someone else will come along and take the reins. No more keeping my head down when my help is needed. I’m going to do what I know I’m spiritually and emotionally capable of and I’m going to make a difference.
First on the agenda: schedule dance lessons for my husband.
At times, I feel I’m the engineer on this train,
and some days, just cargo.
All I need to know is that I’m on the right track.
Before I even began this journey,
You’d mapped out the route.
Each time we pull into a stop,
I think my trip is over.
Then the train starts up again,
back out into the sun.
I think I’ll find my life
in the silences between stops.
Give me the mettle to lead the way
when I’m at the helm,
and the wisdom to know
when to let go and let You take over.