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Angie took another deep breath and wondered what on earth was she still doing in this lonely office. She simply couldn’t leave. Why (you’d probably ask)? Because she didn’t want to face another long evening, because she didn’t want to think about cooking or eating, because she didn’t feel like exercising or writing or reading or going out or talking or anything. She simply didn’t feel like anything.

Many times, she tried to call one of her friends, but each time he picked up, she found herself with no words, and most importantly with no thoughts. So she would hang up, and after a few minutes or a few hours, she would call him back and again her ideas would slip away…

She tried reviewing what needed to be done for her upcoming book sale, but then she thought that she has been doing the same “book sale” exercise for almost 9 months now and each time she thinks she mastered everything related to her stress level book sale, only to realize that there are still things to be done and to worry about. Things would be just fine, she heard herself repeating but she couldn’t believe that. She was worried that the men who would help her transport the boxes of books won’t show up and she was also worried that they would forget to show up again after the book sale to take the boxes back to her office. She was worried that she would run out of change and that she would have to run to get some from the cashier’s office only to realize after waiting for her turn for 10 minutes that they don’t have any change. She was worried that she would have to run to other places to get change only to realize that she would be all alone and that she wouldn’t be able to leave her stand. She was worried that she wouldn’t sell any books. She was worried that people would find her too shy and too calm. She was worried that some big shot from the administration would object on her selling books in a specific spot on campus. She was worried about the weather, about rain, about cold, about people…. She was worried that some people would object on her not displaying their journals. And then, she read the following:

“If you wanted to fly to a place across the ocean, you’d buy a ticket, get packed, get yourself to the airport, get checked in, go through security, get to the gate, and board the plane. 

Those are all the things you can do to get there. 

Next, you have to sit and relax for a few hours, and let all those things you’ve done, all that you can, take shape and do their job. 

You’ll be across the ocean to your destination soon. 

In between doing all you can do, and the realization of a goal, there is usually some waiting time. 

It would do you no good to aimlessly run up and down the aisle of the airplane, and it does you no good to stress, worry, or do things that just take up your energy once you’ve done all you can towards a goal.  This is also known as surrender. 
Once you’ve done all you can towards a goal, allow some time for things to unfold.” (Doe Zantamata)

Thank you, Angie said.

(Thank YOU for reading).