It is the words right? It’s the sentences that lack brevity, and yet astound the listener or reader with just how long one can speak or write and yet say nothing at all. I want to share a story some of you can relate to. I was on my way to work one morning. Angry at life and angry at me for having the problems I have. It made me angry at the job I had because I had to go to it. This in turn made me angry at life again that I needed a job to go to. It was a cluster of a morning. Anxiety, the onset of the almost dizzy mixed with the all of a sudden I need a bathroom type morning. Can you relate?
I come to a bend in the road daily where a cemetery sits. I saw something silver and floating. I could not believe I was seeing this in broad daylight. I was certain it was some sort of…well…something out of the ordinary. I decided even though I would be late, I would check it out. I parked the car and started up the hill. I noticed there were two objects that were shiny and floating. I was amazed. As I got closer it started to make sense. There was the grave of a little boy who died at 4. It was his birthday the day before. The floating objects were balloons with SpongeBob and some other character. I thought of my own little girls, who at that time were 1 and 3. My problems seemed less small. I still had anxiety, but I hated so much less. I was thankful for so much in that moment. I will admit it is hard to stay focused to remember this story…but I try…I always try.