The past two days have deepened my understanding of what surrender feels like to me. Having to fly home over the weekend to be with family, my plane arrived at my destination around 10:47pm only to find out that the person picking me up was waiting for me at an airport two hours away. I calmly thanked him for being timely, in another city, and proceeded to reach out to other family members. I was picked up within 30 minutes and had the best conversation that lasted until 5:30 am. On my return home the next day we proceeded to the airport to catch my 6:45pm flight which was a two-hour drive on a good day, however it was raining heavily and traffic was moving extremely slow. I told my family member to not rush and that “it is what it is”. A quiet calmness came over me and I knew that everything was going to be alright. Quietly the diesel trucks moved to the right lane and the rain softened. We made it to the airport at
6:19pm. I rushed through the airport only to realize that my flight was delayed for one hour. I calmly sat down, took out my journal and began to write what surrender feels like to me.
