Sometimes all the exterior forces gather strength and push in – hard. Lately life’s been a bit like walking straight into some sort of wind storm. I’m staying upright, but there’s a whole lot of debris flying around and my eyes are beginning to tear up.
So how have I handled it?
Not all that gracefully, I’m afraid.
There’s been more than my fair share of complaining over the last couple of weeks. A little retail therapy too. Both of which feel like a good release in the moment – but have no real, long-lasting effects. I’ve also been sleepless night after night, so exhaustion makes it harder to find the core strength I know is within me. I’ve been overtired, irritable, and the two piles of clean laundry sitting in the family room chair since Saturday mock me each night while I watch the news.
Wait. Don’t even get me started on the news.
But this is today. It’s only just beginning, and my friends … I have some choices to make.
I choose silence.
Speaking aloud my list of woes into the universe only adds to the chaos and stirs the air around those I love.
I choose people.
Looking beyond the end of my own nose into the lives of those around me shows me the needs of others. We each live through our own storms – and maybe today, I can be a shelter.
I choose order.
Cleaning the counter this morning restored the smallest bit of sanity. Later my desk. If I don’t feel as though I’ve got life under control, maybe I can take some – make some order on my surfaces … and in my mind.
I guess that’s what this post has really been about.
I choose faith.
I choose hope.