Early morning is my favourite time of day to be outside. It’s still dark, quiet, peaceful, and the birds are just beginning to wake up and start chirping. Anything can happen from this moment on. The day’s new, fresh, and I feel alive with excitement. This could be the best fucking day of my life. Seriously, it could. I have no idea what’s going to happen outside of my normal routine. It’s like in the movies where the main character is going about their business and then BOOM! Something epic happens that totally changes their life. I get high on that feeling every. single. day.
Things usually feel the most clear at this time of day too…like outside influences haven’t had a chance to interfere with my intuition. The air is normally crisp and clear, mirroring how my mind feels. Being outside in the fresh air helps sweep away any mental cobwebs, and helps my brain wake up. So does the caffeine coursing through my veins from the 3 cups of coffee I’ve had by then..but the air helps too.
Today however it was foggy. Really foggy. Like I couldn’t see 5 feet in front of me kind of foggy. At first I didn’t like it. There were a few minutes where I felt a slight fear rise up inside of me before my eyes had a chance to adjust to the darkness and the haze. I had nothing to be afraid of, but it was the fear of not being able to see everything in front of me. Ah, sneaky Mother Nature once again teaching me a lesson….she’s awesome like that.
This morning was a gentle reminder that we don’t always have to see the big picture, and know everything that’s going on. Just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not there. Maybe you have a big dream that you’ve caught a glimpse of, and then the fog sets in. It seems like your dream disappeared, or it’s hidden from you. You may feel like you were on the right path and everything was laid out perfectly before you. Now you can barely see 2 feet ahead of you, and you’re unsure of your next steps. Your dream…your goal…now seems like something far off in the distance and you’re left roaming around trying to reach something you can’t even see clearly.
There are times when the best thing to do is to grab a flashlight and push forward, cutting through the fog with determination. Other times, the fog reminds us that it’s ok to feel a little lost. I don’t like feeling lost. Ever. I like to have a clear plan, and directions. I like to know the whole story and have steps and processes in place to get where I want to go.
This morning the fog taught me to rest in that unknowing. In that dark, misty place the fog felt like a comforting blanket. It’s in that place where we can open ourselves up to new possibilities that perhaps we were unaware of when the air was clear. Being open and receptive to things unseen could bring us greater things than we can imagine.
If you’re feeling a bit lost, and like you’re roaming around in the mist without a clear sense of direction, I encourage you to embrace it. Rest in that foggy place, knowing that what you need to see or know will be revealed to you at the perfect time. Your dream…your big vision…whatever it is that feels so far away from you is still there. Sometimes we just have to be patient while the fog lifts.