Up early today. You know those nights when you wake early and thoughts swirl in your head like wind whipping snow across the plains in a winter storm? Unfettered, uncontrollable, wild. They're the kind of thoughts that make you wonder WHY you ever decided to do whatever it is you're doing- like raising children... or even getting married! or taking the job/career path you have. In the end, you know you made the best decision under the circumstances, but however are you going to endure the... tension?, monotony?, commitment?, pain? of what is to come.
How many books have I bought and discarded that vowed to solve my problems? Whatever it is that calls your name in the wee hours, you have no choice but to answer. It doesn't stand at the door and knock--like you were told Jesus does (if you grew up in Sunday school). It is not a gentleman. It is a bully.
Perhaps the most powerful bully we will ever encounter is the one that has no physical body -- only a voice. We only learn to make peace with it or take drugs to control it. There are no unique beings that haven’t been affected by it, only those who have chosen to deny it or look the other way. Few, if any, of us can wrestle this bully alone.
Sometimes the most difficult problems are solved with the simplest of solutions. If you haven’t done this already, try entering into an open, frank, non-judgmental relationship with a trust-deserving friend. And when you see those peace signs from the 60's that are so popular (and timely!) again... think of non-judgment as her sister. Peace, baby.
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