The end of another week has come, and I am grateful to be able to mark it by saying, “It is well with me.” I have been riding the mechanical bull this week, big time. But through all the bucking and reeling, being flung this way and that, I’ve hung on stubbornly, not being thrown off by all the unpredictable twists and turns that are part of my life these days. Why is it that at the end of a week like this I want to play the theme music from the Rocky films? “Gonna fly now…Flying high now…..” Okay, stop it!
I am grateful to be relatively relaxed and smiling at the end of another wild and wooly week. I’ve had moments of panic and others of calm. I’ve laughed, cried, cursed, smiled, and experienced many variants of the emotional states that produce these reactions. If there’s one thing that life has not been it’s dull. Very few dull, uneventful moments this week. Going into the weekend I have my work cut out for me. I have to somehow get the majority of my house packed up and ready to move. The fact that I still don’t know where I’m moving to notwithstanding, I still need to be ready to go almost at a moment’s notice. While this makes life hectic and complicated, again, I have no worries about the whole dull thing.
One thing I continue to be grateful for is a sense of humor. I mean I don’t always feel like things are funny, and sometimes life is downright serious. But I must admit that I get weary of feeling anxious or depressed or sad or overwhelmed. What a drag! So I am quite relieved and gratified when I find things that I can actually laugh at. Sometimes while I’m listening to the audiobook series I’ve been enjoying lately, some of the events and dialogue and predicaments the characters get into tickle my funny bone, and while I might not laugh uproariously (which is a good thing as I usually listen to it during my 45-minute commute to and from work) I do get a good chuckle out of it. I’ll take a good chuckle anytime. In the midst of my oh-so-serious life circumstances, I am really coming to value the power of a good, solid laugh. I’m looking forward to laughing more often. Perhaps I’ll schedule some laughing time for myself this weekend–while I’m packing.
I am not sure how this weekend and the coming week is going to unfold. I’m guessing it will be a bit like this week. I am waiting for some information that will firmly click into place what my next weeks are going to look like. One way or another I’m going somewhere, the destination is yet to be determined. There’s a line from the book of Genesis that I have used in conversation with people I know who were going through transitional issues. It was the perfect metaphor to use with them to help them gain perspective on what they were going through. It’s funny now to be turning my own logic on myself; but hey, wisdom is wisdom and if the situation fits, who am I to fight it? Genesis 12:1 says:
“The LORD had said to Abram, ‘Leave your country, your people and your father’s household and go to the land I will show you.'”This always struck me. God said, first leave, then I’ll tell you where to go. You can’t sit around and wait to figure out a destination; it’ll only be shown to you once you’re already underway. Hmmmm. So sometimes you take a leap of faith, leave the comfort of what you know and strike out into the unknown. I did this a bit when I moved out here to California, only then I had a known destination and a general life direction. Right now I have neither, at least not solidly yet. And you know what? That’s alright. It has to be. I’m going somewhere, I’m just not quite sure where yet. That will resolve itself shortly, and if it doesn’t and I end up clambering back on the the back of the bull, oh well. It’s not dull. I’m grateful for this week’s ride. I made it through the eight seconds without flying off. Now I can dismount, get my legs back steady under me and keep right on walking. It’s all good.
