Today is one of those days. A day where my identity seems to exist solely on problems. It started with something simple, but sparked a thought. Instead of stopping my mind in its tracks, I went with that thought.
(You’d think I’d know differently by now!)
And we walked hand in hand down a road that used to be well travelled in my life. I got stuck in the regrets of the past, mistakes I had made.
This, naturally, led to anxiety over my current situation – I suddenly began to worry more than I should about the future, about the things that are happening in the now. Worry and anxiety that changes nothing. It just made me sick.
By eleven o’clock this morning, I had a pounding in my head, and a throbbing in my neck. Only to discover that the medicine cabinet held nothing to ease the aching. And so I sat on my bed, and cried. No, actually, I didn’t.
I did sit on my bed though. And I wondered about ‘the mess of this thing we all have in common’ – life.
(I wrote an article about that a while back that you can read here)
I remembered that life will never actually be simple. But every moment of it is a chance to let go a little. To accept it, for what it is. A beautiful mess.
I read my article again, was thankful for my ‘work-of-art’ life, and grabbed a bar of chocolate on my way out the door.
Life lesson #(who knows, I lost count)
Always make sure that you have enough chocolate 😉