There is something not right about the idea of winning. All my life, the notion of winning has been part of my routine. Coming out on top, overcoming problems, finishing the puzzle have all been attractive and motivating. I finally have to admit that there is very little that’s satisfying about winning.
Im noticing that I have less intent to win. I am learning to yield, to bend to forces outside and inside of me. Even the bugs eating away at my plants are a little less of a challenge than they use to be. My intent is more to understand, and all else will follow.