On my way to teach a class this morning, I got stuck in traffic behind a huge truck that was hauling multiple telephone poles. The poles' length extended beyond the depth of the truck, creating- you guessed it- an oversize load. I began to get annoyed. This would be the second time in a week that I struggled to get to this particular class because of traffic. I began to fume about time. Wasted time, valuable time, billable time, quality time, me time, spouse time, kid time. You name it, I steamed about it. I began to ruminate on my most common negative mantra..."there just aren't enough hours in the day.." Then I looked- really looked- at the sign on the truck. "Oversize load". Aha! A sign. My thinking began a subtle shift. What did this mean?
We all carry oversize loads from time to time. We may extend beyond our reach, have trouble saying "no", or just thrive on balancing a busy life. Whatever our rationale for carrying a load that extends beyond the depths of our flatbeds, our success lies in HOW we carry the load. I looked again at the truck. The load was well balanced. Yes, it was large, but it was centered and secured. Then I noticed what hadn't struck me before about oversize loads. There was a whole entourage that accompanied the truck. There was a pickup up front with a banner that read "oversize load". There was a vehicle behind the truck with yellow flashing lights. There was even a police car, lending safety, helping to slow the traffic around the truck so it could get to its destination.
My mind got going on this whole idea, quickly relating each piece of support for that load to the support in my own life. I'd like to think of the pick up in front as God, spirit leading me. The pick up announces my well intended if sometimes inept efforts at carrying an oversize load. It's banner really says..."this is a child of God. She doesn't bear the load alone." The vehicle behind symbolizes the many people who have my back, whether for a moment or a lifetime. I can ease into carrying the load knowing there are people behind me to ensure that it isn't sliding off kilter. The police car is intuition, trust in my higher self.
It was a simple shift, a gentle reminder to observe the signs all around. If you're a seeker, you've already begun the game of relating what each of those support vehicles means to you. May you relax into the game, reminding yourself of what we all need a gentle nudge to retain sometimes. We are never alone, and when we choose to carry a larger than "normal" load, we can rely on those other vehicles.