When you are caught in the middle of a difficult situation you may wonder how to push forward. You may think about what you can do to persevere. You might try to imagine your future self- the one who made it through. You may also take a few deep breaths and a valium or two. And, that’s ok.
I recall many years ago I was in the most horrific meeting ever. And, I tend to have about four to five meetings a day at a minimum. Thus noting that was the most horrific meeting ever is saying something. As we all know, a majority of meetings are useless. When they are also toxic one’s brain can readily explode. In this most hortific meeting ever, I started reciting “this too shall pass”. That was the first time I ever said that and hoped it to be true. I recently taught my son that phrase as well. Nowadays, however, I do not feel that saying is quite fitting.
I am gravitating towards “every storm runs out of rain”. I feel as if I were caught up in the middle of a storm on a large ocean while in a dingy. We are being battered about. Tossed. Left without a true compass. We are blinded by the wind and huge droplets. It’s cold and dark.
Yet, eventually the storm runs out of rain. It has to. We hope. Maybe even a rainbow will eventually appear.