"Don't be daunted." I hear the whisper in my head. "Focus on This. This day. This moment. This task. This intention."
I glance at the New Year and look down again quickly. It's too much. Not humanly possible. Not for me.
I stare at the ceiling and consider the weight of my own responsibilities. I feel their heft. All on me.
Nothing to do but lie down and close my eyes to sleep.
Suddenly my eyes shoot open. I feel the substance of the load, but it is balanced. How come I feel it sit squarely and steadily upon my shoulders? My body bracing it? How come I am not crushed or flailing?
I lie and wait to understand before I get it. The load is balanced because it does not fall solely on me. I am yoked. There is another side.
My side, my weight, keeps me in place. Close.
"Ohhh," I sigh. "OK."
I wait for Your lead. I cannot fling myself forward or flail around blindly or throw everything at the wall or look back and agitate. My load will chafe.
However, if I move when You move? Do as You do? See what You see? Think as You think?
Oh OK. That -- I can see -- is doable.
I am reminded now. We can do this.