For instance, I trust that I will wake up, in the bed I slept in, and with some stability, walk myself over to the bathroom. Or toward the kitchen, where I trust my need for something hot to drink will be quickly alleviated. My kids trust that I be waiting there as they stumble in so that they can readily disagree with whatever breakfast I have attempted to prepare.
We trust our clocks, our cars, the drivers in our paths (yikes!), those who paved the roads for us, and on and on the list goes…
I know these are just some of the basic fundamentals and that when you start on the game of trust you can loose yourself in a foggy, frantic maze of anxiety over the “what if’s” of any situation. It can be en endless parade of debilitating possibilities, only made more difficult by the daily new’s feeds.
This is not how I want to live though. I want to keep an educated balance between blind faith and earned trust, a balance I tend to notice most acutely when I am in new work situations. I am constantly amazed by how many people it takes, doing exactly what they’re hired to do, to get things off the ground and then actually RUN. Each person has a spot and a task and yes, money is promised as incentive on a job, but still, trust for the follow-through of each individual is first and foremost. The little invented family expands and fortifies itself as members in the trust game we call life.
My early morning yoga practices these last few days in a new elevated city, has offered me some space for this perspective. I hope we can share this kind of daily pause, and perhaps renew our perspectives towards trust.
See you on your mats soon I hope, as our schedule remains in tact until Thanksgiving (I think!)