My mother told me once that I was a fatalist. I think to her it was a negative thing, but for me, it made such sense.

I have always believed that while we have control to choose directions, and affect our daily path, the overall picture of where we are going is laid out ahead of us, and our biggest challenge is listing and trusting and following our instinct in a way that keeps us on it.

I listen to my gut, often more times than my brain. I ask myself  “how do I feel about this next step” instead of “assessing the pro’s and cons” and when things seem to not work out, I trust that as the rest of the information comes to me, I will see that I ended up where I was supposed to be after all.

This also means I don’t mourn my losses. I don’t pout over failure.

I mean, who has time for that?

I “trust” that it happened as it should, that the outcome is the right one, that the result is correct.

And then I move on to the next thing, the next idea, the next success.

So, try, even if you fail, and even when you succeed.  Put the effort into trying, for there is a chance that just the experience of tossing in your hat will lead you somewhere you never considered.  Your growth comes from stretching and, even when there is nothing to climb on, trusting that there will be something ahead of you.

If you stretch just high enough, perhaps you will reach it.