I had a chat with a very special friend this morning. I mentioned that I’m moving deeper into releasing, allowing, and letting go. The chat proceeded, and I added
Progress, not perfection.
I experience the present as I move through it, without the need to define it as “better” or “worse” or “growth” or whatever… It simply IS. And I am participating in it.
I stopped. There’s something in that. There’s movement in both sayings. A person starts at point A in their situation and goes to point B.
Progress is defined as “forward or onward movement toward a destination.” However, there is definitely an underlying notion to the word that means the movement is desirable. There’s an idea that the movement will lead to a better place.
My friend’s sentences do not have that underlying meaning, because he just used the word “move.” That word is simpler. It doesn’t have the ghosts that progress does.
I really like being free of the connotations. I really do.
At the same time, I really want to improve. I want the situations in my life to get better both externally and internally.
But I really want to release the need to measure my movement. I want to stop requiring myself to always achieve a level better than yesterday.
Oh! That would indeed be a profound bit of progress. To release the need to judge would be glorious! After all, measuring our movement – measuring our progress – is judging it. We apply the critical eye to ascertain the level of achievement in order to know how much approval to issue the mover.
I want to release the need to judge myself. I want to simply move.