DECEMBER

December feels like a frozen river—still on the surface but moving underneath.

I catch myself checking.

Have they signed the contract?
Refresh. Nothing. Refresh again.

I'm attached to the outcome.
I'm suffering.

Then I become aware of my thoughts.

I remember the river flows without forcing. Effortless.

I pause. My self-talk shifts.

“I did the best I could.”

The words settle, calm and steady.

My work is done.
The river will take it from here.

“What closes, closes.”

A gate swings shut—not with a slam, but with quiet certainty.

Some deals happen.
Some don’t.
Forcing doesn’t help.

I stop refreshing.

The current knows where it’s going.
My job is simply to let it flow.