Why do we get so excited to be chosen for something?

Sometimes for me it is a pure excitement. Built from feeling appreciated, thought of…

Other times though, my excitement is motivated from dangerous parts of who I am. My want for control. Pride that I am the only one that can do it. My thought that it all rests on me to carry the weight.

It doesn’t all rest on me. It doesn’t all rest on me. It doesn’t all rest on me.

I need to remind myself of this so often. If you’re like me, hearing this truth is difficult but oh so good.

It doesn’t all rest on you. Let yourself off the hook. Don’t take yourself so seriously.