I see something now that I didn’t before and I hope I say it right.  We…people…freak out when our story doesn’t go the way we want it to.  Our inner child kicks and screams and yells, “It’s not fair!” when the inevitable twist in the road shows up.  Sometimes it’s more like a sink hole but I can see now that we get so caught up in the unfairness of it all that we drive right in that baby and stay there.

The road of life is littered with casualties who sit in their sink hole and cry about the impossibility of getting their car out as they curse the road.

For Chrissakes get the hell out of your car, crawl up and out of that hole and start walking.  It may be a slower way to go…but how far does one travel when they are standing still?  What does life become when you spend it sitting in a hole behind the wheel of a car that isn’t moving?

An Honest Sidebar

I wrote the first part of this about 12 hours ago and I was feeling pretty cool. A few short minutes later I completely tanked.  I don’t know why…something just wasn’t right about the world.  In a flash I felt that hopeless feeling that was all too common a few short years ago.  It was almost debilitating…and I hated it…especially since I think I can tell other people what to do when they’re in that spot.

I’m almost programmed now to take a walk to my favorite nearby park when these things happen.  It was hard for me to do because I didn’t want to.  I want to be over this way of living.  I mean really…who doesn’t?

When I got there I had a begging conversation with God.  I was doing the “why” thing.  I realized as I sat there that I needed to start taking my own advice…and it wasn’t easy.

I did my best to notice the good things around me…to be thankful for all I have…and to try to feel hope in the middle of the ditch.  And then I did the only thing I thought I really could do: I gave up.

Let It Roll

There is a welcoming calm that happens when we shrug our shoulders and accept where we are.  Why it’s hard to mentally let go is still beyond my comprehension.  Maybe it’s a trust thing…I don’t know.

I honestly believe that we fixate on the bad in our lives because we think it will change things.  It’s crazy ironic that the exact opposite happens as a result.  We hate where we are and make it worse because we confuse mental and verbal replays with action…when all that ever does is reinforce the belief that our life sucks.  No…I think it’s better (but WAY harder) when we dust ourselves off and start the climb out of the sinkhole.

So with a figurative shoulder shrug I decided to let things roll and take me where they will.  Things didn’t get instantly better…but I wasn’t as wasted as I was minutes before.  And that’s how I started my climb…

(Why do I feel like Miley Cyrus all of a sudden?)