I sit with my morning coffee, a full morning ahead of me. One voice within suggests I get busy, get ready, “fit it all in”, hurry because time is short.
Then I hear another voice:
What if I believed there was enough time?
What would I do, how would I be, if I knew there was enough?
Without thinking, my body takes in a deep breath. I really notice the warmth and flavor of the coffee. I remain seated, unmoving, unhurried, trusting that whatever needs to happen, will. Whatever must be done, will get done. I trust that whatever I need in order to be fully present and engaged with the moments ahead of me, I will receive.
What if you believed there was enough time?