Forward movement requires effort.
An object at rest especially needs extra effort to overcome inertia.
(Which is why the beginning of anything is hard.)
Think of a swing, a bike, a canoe.
Legs stretching, pumping, back and forth.
Big strokes of the pedals.
Arms straining, pulling, rowing.
My little craft, in this big river called Life.
Sometimes I have to row pretty hard.
But I also like to remember the undercurrent.
The Cosmic Life Force.
God.
Supporting me.
Upholding me.
Gently propelling me.
I am not alone, dependent on my easily depleted gumption.
I can coast, sometimes.
And, although it is scary because it feels like I am not working,
The fact is: I’m still moving.
I’m moving even while resting.
I’m learning to enjoy coasting.
