I was listening to Pandora the other day and "Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield came on. I hadn't heard the song for awhile and I forgot how much I love it. Let me refresh your memory as well:
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
I love that - the rest is still unwritten. Here we all are just stressing about things that need to happen, things that shouldn't happen, things that we can't change. But life just happens. Nobody's book has all the pages filled out the day they are born. Even those of us who have checked off a bunch of milestones still have plenty of blank pages in our future.
I used to worry about stuff like that all the time. When can I do xyz? When will I have abc? Why, how, where, when, who? Did stressing about it help at all? No. Did it change anything? No. It probably just added some wrinkles, gray hairs, and sleepless nights - all things I could do without.
I still worry about it to a certain extent. But I think I've finally reached a point where I'd rather have peace of mind. Where I'd rather just see what happens instead of try to come up with 1,000 possible scenarios that don't even come close to the reality.
Sometimes you just have to let go and see what happens. Put your pen down. Take your bookmark out. Let the pages fall where they may.
Let's celebrate our unwritten pages. You with me?