Once upon a time at the age of 4, my little brother had a spazz attack. I dont remember why but am quite confident it was either a misplaced lego or unpleasant vegetable our parents had coerced him into consuming. In any case he unburdened his depressing circumstances to me and my friend Saadia for a good five minutes, his eyes wide open, jumping up and down in his red and white Osh Kosh overalls when Saadia interrupted with Dude, get a grip! He stopped in his tracks, looking curiously at her. "Get a grip?" He furrowed his brows, "From where?" Rolling her eyes she responded "From Kmart, get a grip from Kmart" and so went the conversation in increasing absurdity but concluded in his hopping from foot to foot in pure excitement at the prospect of purchasing a grip as Saadia so wisely advised.
As mentioned earlier, I'm stressed and like Ali I kinda sorta need to.. get a grip. Sadly I've since learned they don't sell them at Walmart nor are they currently available for auction at Ebay. Apparently, grips, you gotta build them yourself.
Looking at my stressers, what's the worst that can happen? Tomorrow, when I teach boring executive agreements, even if I teach only a thirty minute lesson and then proceed to hop from desk to desk flapping my arms while chanting the alphabet for the remaining thirty minutes, so what? Whats the worst that will come of it? A D+? (I think an F would be unfair considering overall I certainly showed creativity and effort). If at mock trial I forget my opening statement and instead recite the caloric contents of the veggie burger at Mimi's Cafe, what will happen? My jurors will know the nutritional information for a delicious low-fat burger and will have a funny story to tell their friends. Oh yes, I might fail, but even that is survivable.
John's comment on my last post really shook me up, he said The best and worst thing about every day is that it passes, no matter what you do. It set me on a train of thoughts but the one that stood out the most was the most obvious: If I close my eyes and hope that the week flies by so this will finally be over, or that will be done with, in the process I'm hurrying along and wishing my life away. Its inescapable that life is going on in the process of the "to do" lists and mundane drama and if I spend the majority of it waiting to get to the next place, fixing my eyes upon the weekend, or the day after the project is done have I even fully lived? Life is a journey, and we its travelers. To arrive may be our destination, but its process is what we call life.
The Awakenings, a true story of a man waking up from a 20 yr catatonic state showed him enjoying the brief moments of life he had. As he drifted painfully, bit by bit, spasm by spasm, he demanded to know why the news only spoke of things that depressed us and cast a cloud upon our hearts. He couldnt understand why we didnt revel in the beauty of brushing our teeth, or step foot outdoors on our own two feet without feeling sheer giddy joy. His doctor dicussed the human spirit saying thatis what needs to be nourished: with work, play, friendship, family. These are the things that matter. This is what we've forgotten - the simplest things.
Stress and lack of grips can make us forget to see the beautiful moments sprouting like dandelions at every corner of our lives.
** Incase y'all were interested. I did my lecture today and did not have to resort to leaping, or flapping, or reciting the alphabet in any manner. PHEW!!