The PEACE, staying.

Singing, everything around me.

Heading to lunch in a second, tired and hungry, and with a meeting at one.  Shouldn’t go too long…

12:43 back from lunch down the street, bagel place.

Ready for meeting, and taking a second.  You know what, coffee… more of this please.

Have coffee.  And… nothing happening.  And I don’t need to.

This, me here, standing at my desk, all the collection of Mindful Gratitude, peace.

No rushes or urgencies….   PEACE in my production.  Actually, I’m seeing that Peace itself is what I produce.  Though I had just now…..

Deciding to….

Take another understanding of where I am, see all walls, feel my Story.  Here.

And….  So much happening.  Notice thought before becoming the thought.

You get to feel the reaction without immediately becoming reactive.

You get to pause.

That pause is small.

It is also enormous.

Because somewhere in that sliver of a second speaks a choice: repeat the pattern, or write something different.

THAT, is the work.

Not controlling the world.

Not controlling what’s around you.

Not even controlling every thought entering the room.