Traction

I don’t like feeling stuck.

I want to find a solution.

I want to complete the task.

I want to finish the loop.

My body doesn’t respond well to feeling like I’m slipping or losing ground.

I have this allusion that things go better for me when I am in control, when, in reality, they don’t.

For many years, I was terrified to drive in snowy or icy conditions in Colorado, because it was a situation I couldn’t control. Even in my own car, there is some element of having to let go. That never sat super well with me, so I largely avoided it.

I was taught in my MasterDrive classes that you have to steer into a skid, you have to allow the car to be in charge for a little bit.

I totaled my first car in icy conditions because I literally tried to do too much and crashed into another vehicle that was stalled in the middle of the road.

The tighter I hold onto the proverbial balloon string, the more it hurts my hand.

It’s been a rough week.

I feel like I say that a lot, but seriously, this season is putting me through the ringer.

I feel like each day is another opportunity for me to surrender, to steer into all the many skids ahead of me, and I’ve still been resistant to letting go.

The word that keeps coming to mind through all of this is traction.

If I could just get some traction, I could find the balance between spinning out of control and trying to control every outcome.

A little gravel and salt on an icy road can make a huge difference. It doesn’t change the circumstances, but it gives you traction to get down the road.

I finally realized faith is traction.

The difference between moving forward with grace versus being stuck somewhere on the side of the road, or being too scared to even get on the road at all.

I’m in a deep period of refinement and each crisis has presented me with the same lesson.

Steer into your faith and the traction to get through every icy patch will come.

Ironically, I also miss all that snow and ice, and the opportunity to try and overcome those fears.

❤