Life is full of trickery. A moment is all it takes. All could be lost. The hard work, sweat and tears all for naught. But it needn’t be if I can stop the all or nothing thinking. I keep forgetting the shorter days with less daylight can be hazardous for me. I have to be more careful, keep an open mind and practice more compassion for myself. September is a month of falling off the wagon, burning my bridges and letting the horse out of the barn. It is the time for eating a big slab of chocolate cake and getting lost in an episode of Vera.

It seems crazy and cruel that a moment can happen so quickly. It seems strange in that nothing happened except in myself, that the nothing can trigger my feeling of failure and inadequacy. It’s too bad that the turnaround isn’t as quick. I think this is the hook that Pema Chodron talks about. It looks like there is nothing for me to do but recognize it and let be. And so I am – letting it be. There’s no place to go. There’s nothing to fix. It is.