Over the last couple of days, the reality of my fall schedule has come in waves, like the itching mosquito bite by my nose. Sometimes I am merrily on my way to this appointment or that activity, with little thought to what is swelling on my cheek. Other moments, when I experience seconds of quiet while reading or writing, my mind wanders to a feeling of panic–an itch demanding to be addressed.
I know I can soften the discomfort of the bite with a little calamine lotion; I can ignore it. Scratching is my least-preferred option (though doing so feels amazing, even for just a moment).
I have choices, too, when I feel discouraged about my schedule. I can embrace the now and go to work (Cha-Cha-Slide anyone?), or I can wallow, moan, complain, and sink into the despair of my current situation. Like scratching the bite, the latter option may feel amazing–but only for a moment.
So, I choose to work…to welcome the growth that will come each day, to open my heart to the feeling of accomplishment I will feel the moment I know that I can do it–that I have done it. Now, those are happy thoughts. 🙂
Let’s go to work!