For as long as I can remember I've always known when it was time to eddy out. I've known when to stop and stand still, to listen for the silence where my inner wisdom is found. Before I started paddling I called it going to ground.
I've learned the hard way that pushing forward just for the sake of it can result in chaos. It leads to labeling people as right and wrong, quickly followed by defending your position at all costs. Taking time out gives you space to take another look at your intentions and refocus your efforts. Do I know where I want to go? Will what I'm doing get me there? Is this the line I want to run? The only way to know that is to stop, pull over and give yourself the gift of time.
It is an act of faith to stand still and listen to the stillness.
It's the very essence of love to accept that you might not know what you think you know and be willing to stand still and wait for the answer. After all, it's either fear or love, baby.