Friday, December 23, 2016
Breathing is a gift. I don't make breathing or create breathing. I just breathe. When I eventually stop breathing it won't be because of my effort or control. But I can maximize my breathing as in when I jog. On a cold or windy day or just a day when I am not feeling all that excited about running, I start out rather slowly. The effort is minimal. I begin to think that I will have the slowest run of my life. But at some point I begin to feel better and then for a while I give it my all. The pace may be slow, but the effort is what counts. Most of the time I cannot control the pace or speed with which I run, but I can maximize my effort and that is what makes a good run for me. The results are the results. I am only in control of the effort. It is the same with life. I do not know how something will turn out, but I can control the effort I put into it. I may start out willy nilly, but if I don't start out, then nothing is done. Like breathing, I sometimes find that "starting out" is a grace. Amazing and surprising things seem to happen after the starting out phase.