Sin

In days of yore, when an archer missed the red bull’s eye on the target, it was called a “sin.” And back then, "sin" meant missing the mark. No biggie.

And if I, as an archer, sinned to the right, I simply drew another arrow from my quiver, nocked it, adjusted my aim a bit to the left, and went for it again. I did this over and over, until I achieved my desired level of accuracy. 

As a modern day spiritual warrior, the same modus operandi applies – about any target for which I want more mastery (eg, more compassion, boldness, commitment to specific goals, being a better mother, grandmother, trainer, coach, etc.). I go for it full out, notice if I hit/miss my intended mark, discern where I was on/off, choose my course correction, and go for it again …enjoying the challenge of honing my warriorhood.

No beat up, no blaming, no excusing, no whining, no quitting – just being the best I can be.

PS  Once I attain mastery on one target, life either moves the target, shifts the wind, or makes the target smaller – developing my proficiency/wisdom even further.  So I suspect there is an endless stream of "next targets" for me to master; at least that's how it's been so far.

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