I've been working on a new rug. Gradually the three strands are plaited together. Three different colors and textures blended into a length of new design. Then the plaits are laced together to wind into an ever widening circle. The circle looks nothing like the individual braid. A finished rug is a surprise. Sometimes what you've planned, sometimes it is better.
Kind of like each day. You can start out knowing how you want the day to go. You've got the strands of your plans firmly in place. Then as the day goes on unplanned events take place. An unexpected kindness from a stranger. A helpful suggestion from a colleague. Loyalty from a friend. Unanticipated conversations. Suddenly the strands have taken new places. The pattern of the day has changed.
I can't see the final pattern of the days or weeks ahead just as I can't see a whole rug until it is done. But I've learned to trust the process. To take the strands of each day and create a beautiful part of my circle. The pattern is looking wonderful so far.
Kind of like each day. You can start out knowing how you want the day to go. You've got the strands of your plans firmly in place. Then as the day goes on unplanned events take place. An unexpected kindness from a stranger. A helpful suggestion from a colleague. Loyalty from a friend. Unanticipated conversations. Suddenly the strands have taken new places. The pattern of the day has changed.
I can't see the final pattern of the days or weeks ahead just as I can't see a whole rug until it is done. But I've learned to trust the process. To take the strands of each day and create a beautiful part of my circle. The pattern is looking wonderful so far.
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