Post-Roast Learning

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“It’s gonna work out,” I say. “It’s all gonna be fine.”

It's a stretch to say this, but I feel the energy shift between us. I feel it in my body, an uplift, even though Seda's in the other room.

All of this over a pot roast. The elk meat is still wrapped in paper, defrosting in the refrigerator. I’d hoped it would be cooking by now. Half a dozen unknowns emerged this morning, and all is akilter.

A link didn’t work for my free workshop. Time-sensitive. A hello from my teammate's 7-year-old son who's excited about his new baby brother. I messaged back. Then I realized I hadn’t “mathed” out my time-frames correctly on a workshop I’m teaching this morning. Whoopsie.

Responsiveness is divine. It’s the stuff of co-creation. And here, I'd had opportunity after opportunity to respond to the unexpected. We can’t co-create without others. They sail that tennis ball back to our end of the court, rarely where we expect them to send it.

I’m pausing now to enjoy my co-creations. The ways my life touches others concretely in words on a page, video on a  screen, a roast in the Instant pot.

These are the threads of my life, and I am the weaver. I’m so grateful I was able tell Seda it would be fine as we stumbled over when to sear that roast.

Searing is a noisy business and would interrupt my teaching. The sear could wait. An hour later, I’m feeling sure that this re-routed schedule will be better than ever. Wonders will appear that I’ve not been able to imagine. We're four-wheeling it off-road now. Together.

And that’s the point of co-creation, isn’t it? Lunch becomes dinner. That calls for flexibility. Flexibility is a muscle we must engage to grow. I’m grateful for it. At least in hindsight.

I’m writing this to you, dear reader, in the 45 minute write-time within my new Joyful Writers Group. My heart is free and light as I let it go. Pot roast and all. I feel proud of the weave my life. I feel proud of what I prioritized this morning, attending to what mattered.

You, my friend, matter. The proud Mama on my team and her sweet children matter. Seda, flustered when she tried to decide whether to grab the dog leash or the Instant Pot, definitely matters. My Joyful Writers, embarking on our first-ever meeting together, matter. So much.

How do you feel about the weave of your life? When do you shift course to keep it all on the loom? Join me and our Joyful Writers group by hitting reply. You can jump in now, while it’s free.