Dad Loves His Work

 

Right now my head is a jumbled mess of “what if’s” and “when’s it going to be over”. I mean I look perfectly together this morning after a shower and a shave. But last night and this morning my head is a jumble of insane messages my fractured mind wants to scream at me.

In days past, I would simply sweep all that noise under a rug and go about my day working on some new half-finished project. Now that I have pretty much learned to embrace the silence, I allow those voices of panic to have their say. to most that might sound totally unproductive, but hear me out. I’ve learned by giving those parts of me (the panic, the fear) their say. I can then through mindfulness practice of living in the here and now, embrace those voices and acknowledge them and let them go.

Now you might say to yourself, “All that kumbaya shit sounds great, if I was able to sit around and smell daisies all day. But hell! I got work to do and still have to stare at the damn problem all day”.

Hey. I totally get you.

Right now as I sit here, smelling daisies apparently. My fridge is on day-three of its shutdown and we had to throw out a week’s supply of frozen goods. Took my last few dollars and bought non-perishable goods and some ice. And on top of all that, I have been given no estimated time as to when the new fridge is going to get here. And oh yeah! I don’t get paid till next Wednesday.

That enough daisies for you tough guy?

Life is what you make of it. You can look at it like I used to do as one big, delicious shit sandwich. Or you can face the day head on, breathe in and breathe out, and work on it one piece at a time. At the moment I’m feeling much better, I’ve allowed my fears to have their say, and I’m waiting patiently and actively for the solution. All while embracing my fears, fixing my wife’s pill caddies, and writing this story. 

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