Ummm..
what?
Today wasn't a
great day. I suppose that's all relative, though, right?
RIGHT.
I didn't feel like telling myself that today, even by the time the day had boiled down to just over an hour left at the office. It was just one of those days, ya know? It wasn't a catastrophe, no, but it wasn't a smooth little sail, either.
I learned a little practice from a great friend of mine some odd years ago in college. It's not always easy to do, but I've honed in on my own technique over the years and in most scenarios, can execute perfectly.
It's simple: In the midst of a trying situation, disappointment, frustration or otherwise unpleasant moment, I force my mind to remove itself from the present for even just one or two minutes, and focus, wholly, on two things:
1. I am not God, but I am His, and He will never give me
more than I can handle with Him.
.. and
2. There is someone out there facing something far worse, far more intense and
faaaar more urgent than what I am facing now.
When I first started trying this out, it seemed stupid to do at times, because obviously the world isn't ending because I'm having a bad day, but that doesn't change the fact that I am in fact having an awful day. It just takes time, discipline and an open mind to realize that it's true.
Take a deep breath, Cori.
There's an icon from the world of yoga who I follow on Instagram. Her name is Rachel; she's a world-traveller who leads workshops, uplifts everyone she finds and somehow manages to find the beauty in the core of darkness.
Until recently. I, along with the multitude of her followers, read a post of hers a week or so back that detailed disaster in her world: Her apendix ruptured in an airport, sending her into a 7-hour surgery at a hospital in another country. She awoke to surgical scars marking the new absence of her appendix and people telling her that in addition to this, her best friend had passed away in a car accident.
Are you having a bad day?
Read:
The reason I called this entry Naked is because I have read and re-read her entries, absorbing the pain she is facing. I have lost friends unexpectedly, but to have your life's passion [yoga] taken from you momentarily as well as you struggle to cope with a loss of that magnitude must be paralyzing. Whether I would admit it or not, I think I do find some level of comfort in seeing someone be so candid and raw in expressing the honesty and emotion that must happen before healing can begin. All of Rachel's posts up to this point are packed with a type of realistic inspiration and encouragement; I'm praying now that she will find her own in the comfort of her friends, her family and the warm memories of her best friend.
And so I look at my day, and I look at hers.
I see mine, filled to the brim with inconveniences, backtracking, miscommunication and a dreary weather pattern to boot.
And then I see hers, balancing endurance with reverence on the edge of a void freshly-created by the unexpected death of her best friend, and the three scars reminding her that yoga will still have to wait.
My day tomorrow may or may not be an improvement of today, but it is not like that.
So I'll stop whining about my first-world problems and start approaching them with the grace and patience I'm supposed to.
I thought about this all the way home, and by the time I walked through the door I was itching to channel it into something productive. Since the sky had been the same dull, placid color for the entire day, I opted to add some color, with a dash of salt & pepper.
 |
| homemade soup! |
Some may have read this and now wonder if I'm as far detached from reality as it kind of sounds, but I promise you I'm not. I fully understand the gravity of bad situations and the like, but I'm actively choosing to weigh the pros before the cons. We are after all partially defined by the ways in which we react to circumstance.
So...
.... how's that for a heavy entry on a Wednesday? Hah (:
Life. Is. Good.
We. Are. Blessed.
xo | cmd