I’m grateful my daughter wasn’t born on her due date. Because now that date can be a day for me to remember the anticipation and preparation of bringing a new life into the world.
The world is pregnant with possibility.
We are constantly rebirthing ourselves.
And like labor (though quite different!), this process can take longer than we want it to, it can take unexpected turns, and it can be painful.
How often are we so lost in the process itself, and such a consuming one at that.
If but we take a step back to acknowledge—we are constantly being rebirthed, continually doing, and, perhaps even more important, continually undoing.
Mindful Nuggets 