I looked outside today- and saw the gray trudge ahead, thought of soggy shoes, damp clothes, frizzy hair— It’s May right? Not March! It didn’t exactly fire me up to go teach my class.

As I was walking over I realized how much mental and physical bandwidth I had been frittering away with the resistance. Tensing against the chill, feeling the tightness in my shoulders from that. It’s the weather- It’s not like I have a lot of control right?

Surrendering to the fact that “it’s like this: allowed me to let go of the struggle and just meet my day and the people in it with more ease and with all my resources. It’s still cold and wet but there’s no second arrow of struggle.