Meeting life's challenges without fear
Yesterday was just one of those days. You know, the sort of day where Murphy's Law prevails and everything that could go wrong will go wrong despite whatever valiant attempts you make to stop it. Yes, it was one of those days.
As the day unfolded and the debris started to pile up, I began to feel overwhelmed. No matter how mindful I was or how much gratitude I could muster for all of the wonderful things I have in my life that I am grateful for, the debris continued to accumulate and I felt myself sinking under the weight of it.
And so I stopped what I was doing and sat with it, allowing whatever needed to transpire to do its thing. I didn't fight it, I didn't run for the hills and I didn't allow it to immobilise me - all reactions that are perfectly natural, but not particularly helpful. Instead, I allowed it. I just let it in. I'm not saying that I liked it. I didn't. In fact, it felt pretty dreadful, but once I'd adjusted to the initial infusion of discomfort, I thought to myself, "I'm still here. I'm ok. The folks I love are ok. In fact, it's ok."
The reality was that there was nothing I could do to change or control things; my intentions and actions were in check and I know perfectly well that I've got no say in the outcomes, so why was I not feeling ok? Well, despite my protestations, I was feeling hurt, which led to fear and I was halfway down the road to anger. What was I afraid of? Fear itself, for when I looked at it closely, it was empty.
Once I accepted my unpleasant circumstances and the fear began to dissolve, I was able to just be with what was actually happening without my BBC Sports style running commentary about it, and I discovered that without the fear, it was not that bad at all. Sure, a bunch of challenges converged all at once, but I'm strong and I'm resilient and, hey, the only thing that was actually harmed if I'm to be totally honest was my ego. I wanted things to be one way and they went another. Big whoop.