I grew up in the San Francisco area and would watch the fog roll in in big blankets of gray, enveloping the world in a damp sea of sameness, an invisibility cloak of sorts. I used to love watching it. The fog was comforting and soothing to my soul as if the clouds from heaven themselves had come down to hug me, the crispness filling my lungs with moisture. Some days I couldn't even see a few feet in front of me as I drove my car down the steep winding hill from my house. Very slowly I would drive, trusting my muscle memory on the road I'd driven 1,000x. I'd arrive unharmed at my destination time and time again by simply heightening my awareness and accepting that my visibility was a few feet instead of a few hundred.
Awareness and Grace.
I still had to drive.
I still had to be cautious.
I still had to be aware.
AND I never doubted that the fog would lift or that I wouldn't get down that hill.
The fog just WAS and I could navigate it without worry.
But in our businesses... How often do we fight the fog to make the drive easier, to see clearer, to EFFORT our way past it? We curse it, we curse ourselves for being in it, we curse the Universe for surrounding us with it, for not putting lights on the tarmac of our purpose with sunshine and clear skies all of the time. We take the blame for the fog - it's clearly our fault. We wonder if we'll ever see again, or if we're in the wrong place completely.
We become convinced that we will be stuck in the fog forever.
MY FRIENDS, THE FOG ALWAYS LIFTS
It's a natural occurrence that comes and goes.
We are still in movement even when we can't see.
What happens if we surrender to it? Instead of sitting there fanning it and shining lights into it and blowing with all our might we just allow the fog to be fog?
What if we simply ALLOW ourselves to gently continue in the direction that moves us, with awareness and grace?
WHAT IF THE FOG IS BEAUTIFUL?
The fog is an amazing tool. See the fog removes distractions and forces you to rely on your heart as a compass.
I forget sometimes. I forget how much I love the fog. I love the quietness and the calmness. I love that it inspires blankets and hot coffee. I love that it forces me to slow down, gracefully allowing the path to unfold step by step.
Until suddenly we look around and it's gone... and the sun is shining once again.