Some weeks pass with alarming speed; others crawl from Sunday to Tuesday.
I made a startling and unpleasant discovery on Sunday which forced me to confront reality. It’s contours don’t require elaboration. Take my word for it.
To handle the problem, I reached out to various people — one for calming, one for emergency help, another who had the knowledge to help me understand. Then I took stock — I reached inside — I re-evaluated. Like a tired swimmer, I treaded water for a bit. The respite changed my view of the problem and of the solution. I still might need help; but possibly not — maybe I will overcome this setback with just the promise of help if I cannot.
The situation must be tackled without much delay. But a day or two — that’s tolerable; and the affair does not cast as long a shadow as I feared. In short: I will pull through this hiccup. It makes me wonder about my capacity for handling adversity of my own. Despite my success getting clients through their legal machinations, I have not had much faith in my ability for self-discipline and personal management. Perhaps, just perhaps, I have bought the dim view that others take of me hook, line, and deadly sinker.
I sit here at my computer, resisting breaking into a chorus of “I Will Survive” or replaying my new favorite, Molly Ann Wymer’s Pep Talk. Either would suffice.
I’s the twenty-sixth day of the twenty-fifth month of My Year Without Complaining. I hear the dog barking outside. It’s late; I’m not ready for work yet. But life continues.
It is when we face difficulties that our true selves are most accurately revealed.
I have every confidence in your ability to overcome hiccups for certain and always appreciate your blog!
It’s my favorite.
Marty
Mr. Wehrenberg, your words touched my heart. Thank you!