An underlying inexplicable frailty prevails for me and daily life revolves…has always revolved…around its management with varying degrees of success. I have begun pondering the possibility that sub-par physical health simply "is what it is" for me. If that is indeed my truth, I have an opportunity to accept that and reconsider a few things.

An often repeated and retweeted quote has been tickling my awareness. Maya Angelou said “A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song”. On the surface, this didn’t appear to directly correlate to my situation but, it kept coming back into my mind until I realized: we all have something to say… to the world… to our peers… to ourselves. My strong sense of “nothing to say” revealed itself to be, simply, resistance. Resistance to what I didn’t yet know. I made a shift and decided to up the ante and set out for a breakthrough.

I fell further to a place of gripe, grouse and grouch. It's an all too familiar state of being for my inner depletion junkie. (Oh the joys of a downward spiral). No matter how I imagined turning it around, no matter what positive affirming steps I took or soothing words of worth I spoke, I was stuck in that old story: spinning, stewing and revolving.

Sometimes we have habits of doing... sometimes we have habits of NOT doing. Hot Damn! That's my deal.

As a result of all this glorious downsizing, I received the full benefit of each and every exercise we practiced: as a coach and a client. The entire weekend becoming a valuable lesson in the power and beauty inherent in the act of letting go.

I've shifted into operating from a skeleton plan, instead of a detailed understanding of where I'm going. I focus on one small step at a time and allow those steps to add up to momentous forward movement, instead of seeing only the large expanse between where I am and where I want to be.