March 24, 2017
Something happens, simple to the outside observer perhaps even of no real consequence, and it strikes a chord within me. I panic. Calm down, breathe, it can be handled. I look at the task with a sense of anxiety and responsibility that crushes me like a tidal wave, “How did this happen?!”
“I took every precaution.” I sit there, baffled by my seeming ineptitude, then a word… somehow a simple word picks me up and carries me to a place where the solution sits waiting, like an old friend. I set down, gently, next to the solution and realize my panic was only me. A sense of calm comes over me, washing away those anxieties and I put my hands to work. The solution always seems to be right there waiting on me to find it, I just have to stop and realize, my perception of this problem is what hides the solution. If a word can pick me up, then what does my action do?
Moving swiftly now, this isn’t as hard as it seemed before.