I say we, when what I really mean is I.
Place a hula hoop on the floor, step inside it. Everything inside that hula hoop is what I can control. Everything outside, I have to let go. With love. With gratitude. With recognition that we are all wandering around in our hula hoops with a world view of our own perception. Some would say nothing is real.
When I remember that, I can live with a shrug and a smile. I shrug off my need to control you, your opinions (most importantly your opinion of me) and your actions. I smile. For the inside of my hula hoop may not extend out, but does extend up to the heavens. (170)