Letting Go

I did something which I had wanted to do for quite a while but did not then - I changed the wheels of the blades. The original had gotten worn out from my frequent runs over at the ECP. A total of 8 wheels were replaced with a more sturdy and tougher ones. It made blading much speedier and gave the feeling of flying as the wind, which was blowing steadily this evening, whipped past my face. The change was most welcomed - all S$78.00...

This was my day off and I never felt so free away from my daily duties. For once, I didn't have to worry too much about time and its consequence. If I was late, then I just am. If I am early, that's just a bonus. It the midst of all this, I realised that I never need to be too anxious about most of what I had been doing all this while regarding my ministry.

While I do have my responsibilities to work through and other work to see me through my dying days, I don't have to be caught up with what I can or cannot do, how good I look before the parishioners, whether I live up to anybody's expectation or not.

This realisation is very important to me as I have, for a long while, overburdened myself with too much unnecessary worries and what-nots that I have forgotten to smile! I remembered last weekend a parishioner commented that I don't smile as often as before during my first few months after my ordination. I had forgotten to enjoy life....

It may be difficult to maintain some semblance of this enlightenment, after the day-off finishes and one gets back to the nitty gritty of life. Still, I have tasted its sweet water of what it means to 'let go'. It may not be that bad after all and people are there to be helped whether I think they deserve it or not. So, here goes... letting go.