Plowing Through

Yesterday, sitting in our doctor of optometry's office I was passing the time waiting for my son's eyes to dilate by reading the latest issue of Artful Blogging. I was feeling waves of anxious annoyance come over me as the younger children were impatient and restless, my oldest son, the patient, was aggravated with me from an earlier incident, and I was thinking about all the "stuff" that needed tending to at home and in my business. I could feel the familiar pressure build up inside my chest, that feeling that chokes out the happiness and instead replaces it with anxiety. I glanced down at the magazine and read the sentence, "It is so easy to get lost within the traffic of my mind; the to-do lists, the endless burdens of grown-up obligations and worry that has the ability to consume any shred of creativity lurking beneath."

I had one of those she-knows-exactly-how-I-feel moments when I read that. It made me feel like I had a comrade somewhere on this globe, figuring out each day as it comes along, just like I am. And in that moment I felt much better. Misery loves company and although I never want anyone else to be miserable, it does help to know there is someone out there who hears your heart the same way you hear it.

It's been a tough week, but of course, I am plowing through it, although not at all in a graceful manner. About the best I could do in this moment was take a walk around the yard just before sunset and remind myself how incredibly lucky I am to be on this side of forever right now. Isn't God's world glorious? Look at those colors. Awe-inspiring.

Here's hoping you have a wonderful day. xo