Let it Be? or Press Forward?

Sometimes “letting it be” feels like giving up to me. It’s an excuse to not work hard.

On the other hand NOT “letting it be” can sometimes feel like I am resisting life, trying to control outcomes. What gives?

For a person who is obsessed with self-improvement and thrives off of achievement and results, the medicine of “chill” and “do nothing” can be awkward pills to swallow. And yet at times, that’s exactly what the situation needs: time and patience.

But when you do back off, to “let it be”, and give the situation room to breathe by easing of your suffocating grip, how do you know if you’re making the situation better or worse?


Trust yourself.

Trust in a gracious future that holds your best interests in mind.

Through it you gain experience, and perhaps tolerance, to inform future life decisions.

Some of us need more “pressing on” in our lives, to ability to double-down and commit fully. And some could benefit from just simply “letting go” and the giving up of control.

Which one feels more foreign, or makes you feel vulnerable or perhaps a bit uncomfortable?

For it is in that space, where your next breakthrough may await.


The Miracle Dinner

Nikki and I¬†went out to eat with the girls this past weekend and for once – all four of us were sitting there, peacefully eating our dinner…it was simply amazing. Nikki looked over to me and commented, “What is going on here?”

I quickly realized, we were having a “moment”!

There was no fighting over princess figurines. And no heated discussion over who’s Anna and who’s Elsa. No whining. For about a 2 minute period, it seemed as though¬†Annie and Tessa had transcended “toddlerdom”.

Instead, there was simply laughter and smiling, and the sound of chewing delicious food.

I know, hard to believe if you have kids!

I’m calling it “The Miracle Dinner” and commemorating it here on this blog. I’d love to have some more of them! (And I want to be able to remember that this actually happened!)

As a side note, when these moments (hitting the “peaceful night out to dinner” landmark) occur, it makes it feel like the girls are growing up fast.

But on the other hand, time travels so slow. When Annie was a 1-year-old, my wise friend Tom shared this with me about raising kids, “David, the days are long, but the years are short.”

How much truth is in that statement!