It’s taken care of, said the concierge.
So I checked the restaurant reservation, just in case.
I’ve got it handled, said my assistant.
So I cast my eye over her report, just in case.
Everything is turning out perfectly for you, said the world.
So I strategized and planned and forecasted and worked and stressed and worried and burned out, just in case.
And – as I lay in bed at night, drunk from a bottle of wine and dazed from an hour of Netflix – I considered: What if it really was taken care of and handled and working out?
What if the concierge, my assistant, and the world do know what they’re doing?
Can I let go?
Can I chill, for just a day?
Can I learn to trust… and be led?