Some say these pandemic days feel like the film “Groundhog Day”. I came across a blog post I wrote in 2011 when I felt like that, too. At the time, I decided that “The Universe has a way of moving us along to the next stage of the game of life, exactly when we’re ready and meant to be there.” I keep reminding myself to surrender to what is.
I frequently find myself running in circles. No matter how fast I run, or how hard I try, when I get to the finish line, I find myself straight back at the starting line, poised to re-enter the race.
It’s like a perpetual Groundhog Day (see the film trailer). I go through the motions with apathy, and expect things to change. They don’t. So I get up the next morning and do the same, with maybe just a tiny tweak. I still find myself arriving where I started. I get frustrated. It becomes a puzzle, not unlike a Rubik’s cube.
What haven’t I noticed? What isn’t lining up yet?
No matter how much energy I expend, no matter how much I analyze, very little changes. I just keep running in these darn circles, praying for a miracle, a way out, a hand up, a spring forward. It mocks me, knowing it has me trapped in its maze.
Then I remember…
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