There are times in my life where I feel like I’m the main character in the song, “Once in a Lifetime,” by the Talking Heads. You never know when something is suddenly going to happen and you find yourself asking a simple, but profound statement, “Well, how did I get here?” That song is like a dose of therapy for me and I just want to rock out whenever it plays on my MP3 player like Mark Ruffalo’s teenage character in “13 Going on 30” when he starts “Burning Down the House” during the birthday party. Am I “dating” myself here?
But honestly- life is a balancing act and it is so easy to suddenly feel like you’re a waning silver ball in a pinball machine getting knocked around by some fired up kid, only to realize that you’re the one operating the device that is bashing yourself over and over again. It makes me laugh, and it also makes me want to cry. Both are good, because both are associated with a healthy release if you can simply adjust your mind’s lens to come face to face with that frame in your own movie.
I have the opportunity to ask myself, “How do I want to experience my day?”
Every morning, I have the choice to look myself in the mirror and remind myself that the film is rolling. I am the only one calling the shots, the director in the chair and the person holding the clapperboard shouting, “Take 1.” I have the opportunity to ask myself, “How do I want to experience my day?” Navigating each experience is like an exercise in focusing the camera and getting the magical shot that is going to win you the Oscar.
Perhaps. Life can prove to be difficult, it really can. In the state where I have lived the past 8 years, New Mexico, the annual legislative session is in full swing and I have had the pleasure (can you feel my sarcasm here?) of listening to a lot of it this year. In doing so, I find my mind blurring with the politics that exist in our society and how they create a barrier to what truly matters- providing the help where it is needed. But surprisingly, I experienced one of those moments when, buried beneath the snow at my feet, I witnessed the beginning of spring in a bright colorful flower straining to break through. As I was struggling to find anything positive regarding my listening commitment and the voices droning on in “debate”, SURPRISE!
A state representative was delivering the opening prayer to a floor session, when he gave a quote by Gandhi that I had never heard before,
“Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one’s weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.”
With that, the only words I can offer here, are- don’t give up. Or better yet- do. Because, it is usually in that moment of surrender that we are given a great gift. It may be the solution to your problem, or it just may be a moment of joy in your heart that will help you remember your truth while you process your life. And that my friends, “is the rest of the story.”
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such a beautiful blog!!