Two days ago, the teacher next door to me brought in a coffee maker. We placed it in a lifeskills room, and donated all kinds of hazelnut, organic, and fair-trade goodness to the collective.
Then, we sipped from our mugs, savoring the aromatic goodness, during morning hall duty. “I learned a new Spanish word,” one teacher said, holding her mug near her face. “Milagro. It means ‘miracle.'”
I smiled and raised my mug toward hers, “Milagro,” I repeated.
And in this sixth week of my new life, in Houston, milagro does seem to be an appropriate descriptor.
After a period of adjustment, of feeling overwhelmed, I realized that I had carried a number of my old fears and habits with me. I did what it took to survive in my old environment, and I did what it took to get out.
It took strength to do that, and that strength will serve me well here, if I get rid of the rest of the garbage.
There is no longer a need to focus on survival, to be defensive and isolated. I’ve learned the lessons of the past. It is time to focus on what is, not on what was.
And in making that change, milagro does become the fitting term.
In letting go, I have been able to notice my wonderfully supportive and delightful co-workers and team members.
In letting go, I have been able to notice my delightful (and often comical–as only young teens can be) students.
In letting go, I have been able to notice the bright sunny days, and to let the rays warm my soul.
In letting go, I have been able to enjoy evening walks and conversations on the balcony (complete with the two palm trees we recently purchased!).
In letting go, I am seeing more opportunities to show love and compassion, than I ever imagined were possible.
In letting go, I am able to enjoy afternoon swims with my daughter, joyful nights meeting new friends, and find meaning in things that I had previously overlooked.
Is there something holding you back, that you need to release? Imagine how remarkable your life could become, if you chose to let go.