I sent in, meaning electronically submitted, another application packet this evening. Despite my ambitions to approach all such employment-related activity with lighthearted detachment, my brain’s well-honed worry centers took little time to mightily rear up and question question question various details of my submission.
Luckily, instead of folding the laundry that has been patiently waiting for such time as I at last cease revisions, I decided to leave it piled for a bit longer and instead opted for some evening yoga.
Breathing deeply in a surrender pose, I felt a subtle release in between my ribs. A bit of a shift that allowed for fuller lungs and longer spine. Letting go takes equal parts focus and detachment. So I let the application fussings of what if’s and should I haves exhale along with the next long breath.
I will look to keep doing so. Because what is writ and sent is done and so. So, no matter, once compared to the entirety of our siphoned air.