For a while now I have walked with my chin down. Head lowered and focused on my feet.
Was it in reverence to God? No.
Was it because I am too clumsy for my own good? Not quite.
It wasn’t until Sunday afternoon that I realized just long I had been walking around with my chin down. Why was it difficult for me to look ahead instead of down? Because in the moment, I was dwelling on taking the next step. Just that next step. I had focused for far too long on the things I had done, or didn’t do. How I had screwed up or been blind to red flags.
It was like a splash of cold water on my face.
The realization that swept over me as I saw myself with my chin down.