There are days when I still interrupt too much, eager as I am to share the consequences of my mistakes. Ones that, in hindsight, seem completely avoidable.
But if maturity sometimes feels like a class A license to meddle, no road test ever given has ideally predicted what lies ahead. Every turn, every corner, every distance is always newly traveled no matter how familiar the terrain.
I need to remind myself that turning over the wheel means relinquishing the ability to steer, to brake, to set the destination. And my way of getting there is not the only way – and maybe not even the best one.
Loosening up is never easy.
But sometimes it helps just to listen carefully, close my eyes, and trust the unfolding.
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