Table Full of Food

You can have a table full of food & still obsess over the one thing you can't reach.

Funny how that works.

I've been thinking about options.

For years, I knew I had them.

Good ones.
Questionable ones.
Beautiful ones.
Temporary ones.

Yet somehow I'd find myself fixated on the option that seemed uncertain about me.

The one that needed convincing.

The one that required patience.

The one that kept me wondering.

Funny how that works.

You can have a table full of food & still obsess over the one thing you can't reach.

Then one day it hit me.

I've been looking at this all wrong.

I am an option, too.

A damn good one.

I bring ideas into rooms.

I encourage people.

I make people laugh.

I pray for people.

I speak life into people.

I've watched seeds grow in places where all I offered was a conversation.

I've seen people become braver because someone believed in them for five minutes.

That's worth something.

The older I get, the more selective I become with my energy.

Because my attention has value.

My presence has value.

My belief has value.

My time has value.

Once you realize that, a lot of things stop looking attractive.

Confusion becomes unattractive.

Inconsistency becomes unattractive.

Half-hearted effort becomes unattractive.

You stop chasing opportunities to be chosen.

You start paying attention to what deserves a seat at your table.

Abundance has changed me in that way.

These days, I spend far less time wondering who wants access to me.

I'm much more interested in whether they can handle what comes with it.