There’s a picture of me sitting on the top of a huge boulder at Hueco Tanks state park in Texas. The ‘tanks’ are a natural outcropping of rocks that act as a water basin. The basin is created by giant pock marked boulders that store rain water. We use to play on the rocks a couple times each summer.
In the picture, I’m about three or four years old. Squinting into the sun, wearing blue Keds, I look like I’m on top of the world. I have it all together…nothing can stop me!
I’ve relived that feeling, occasionally, even this far from three years old. Then, the realization that I am no more in control than I am the man in the moon soon follows. That’s how it should be anyway. ‘Control’ or ‘in control’ is too much a burden. I tire at the thought.
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