Captain Michael: The tide goes out.
Then it comes back.
Nobody stands on the beach accusing the ocean of giving up.
We understand that
The tide goes out.
Then it comes back.
Nobody stands on the beach accusing the ocean of giving up.
We understand that retreat is part of the rhythm.
Life is like that too.
There are seasons when we push hard.
Build.
Lead.
Create.
Solve.
Carry more than we thought we could.
And then there are seasons when something in us pulls back.
We rest.
We reconsider.
We get quiet.
We stop forcing things that no longer seem ready to move.
For a long time, I thought that meant losing momentum.
Maybe sometimes it does.
But not always.
The ocean loses nothing by ebbing.
It is still the ocean.
Sometimes pulling back is how strength gathers itself.
Sometimes distance gives us the perspective effort could not.
Sometimes the next move becomes obvious only after we stop making moves for a while.
I’ve seen enough tides to know that low water can reveal things high water hides.
Rocks.
Channels.
Sandbars.
The shape of the bottom.
Maybe our quieter seasons do the same.
So if you’ve been pushing hard and feel yourself needing to step back a little, don’t be too quick to call it failure.
The tide goes out.
And the sea remains.
Good evening from the boat.
#WhatWaterKnows, #EbbAndFlow, #Perspective, #Rest, #Philosophy, #LessonsFromTheSea, #SailingLife, #WellLivedLife, #CrypTok
Captain Michael: The tide goes out. Then it comes back. Nobody stands on the beach accusing the ocean of giving up. We understand that re
The tide goes out. Then it comes back. Nobody stands on the beach accusing the ocean of giving up. We understand that retreat is part of the rhythm. Life is like that too. There are seasons when we push hard. Build. Lead. Create. Solve. Carry more than we thought we could. And then there are seasons when something in us pulls back. We rest. We reconsider. We get quiet. We stop forcing things that no longer seem ready to move. For a long time, I thought that meant losing momentum. Maybe sometimes it does. But not always. The ocean loses nothing by ebbing. It is still the ocean. Sometimes pulling back is how strength gathers itself. Sometimes distance gives us the perspective effort could not. Sometimes the next move becomes obvious only after we stop making moves for a while. I’ve seen enough tides to know that low water can reveal things high water hides. Rocks. Channels. Sandbars. The shape of the bottom. Maybe our quieter seasons do the same. So if you’ve been pushing hard and feel yourself needing to step back a little, don’t be too quick to call it failure. The tide goes out. And the sea remains. Good evening from the boat. #WhatWaterKnows, #EbbAndFlow, #Perspective, #Rest, #Philosophy, #LessonsFromTheSea, #SailingLife, #WellLivedLife, #CrypTok
The tide goes out. Then it comes back. Nobody stands on the beach accusing the ocean of giving up. We understand that retreat is part of the rhythm. Life is like that too. There are seasons when we push hard. Build. Lead. Create. Solve. Carry more than we thought we could. And then there are seasons when something in us pulls back. We rest. We reconsider. We get quiet. We stop forcing things that no longer seem ready to move. For a long time, I thought that meant losing momentum. Maybe sometimes it does. But not always. The ocean loses nothing by ebbing. It is still the ocean. Sometimes pulling back is how strength gathers itself. Sometimes distance gives us the perspective effort could not. Sometimes the next move becomes obvious only after we stop making moves for a while. I’ve seen enough tides to know that low water can reveal things high water hides. Rocks. Channels. Sandbars. The shape of the bottom. Maybe our quieter seasons do the same. So if you’ve been pushing hard and feel yourself needing to step back a little, don’t be too quick to call it failure. The tide goes out. And the sea remains. Good evening from the boat. #WhatWaterKnows, #EbbAndFlow, #Perspective, #Rest, #Philosophy, #LessonsFromTheSea, #SailingLife, #WellLivedLife, #CrypTok
