Sunrise

Sometimes it seems I try to live my life as if I can control how the sun will rise.  I plan the colors that will spread the sky, the exact time it will make it's entrance, the level of heat radiating to the ground below.

Having a plan can be critical to success but can't it also be the exact thing blinding me?  

I love a good plan but right now I'm figuring out how to break out.  How to be scared.  How to be unprepared.  How to just go with what's in front of me, even if I have no plan for what's ahead.  

I'm letting my dreams be big enough that they scare me!

I'm letting my sun rise, according to the way nature unfolds.

So for now,  I will just sit and watch the sunrise as it will rise with the colors it wants, the speed it feels is right and the warmth it has to give for that day.  I will sit in amazement at something that works perfectly, even without my help.