Bad news in the paper this morning. First thing I saw when I finished making breakfast.
New laws that impact me. Significant restrictions on a routine part of my life. And now follows all the posturing on the part of lawmakers and the uncertainty of how or when or if enforcement happens. Probably a new round of visits to my lawyer and legal expenses.
Sigh. This puts the normal issues in my marriage into a different perspective. I almost feel nostalgic for a few weeks ago when I thought that conflict was the biggest problem facing me. But no - here's a heavy, new ball thrown in to the juggling rotation.
Still though, I rise. Like bread dough or the tides or the price of chocolate, I will always rise to the occasion. And with my usual dose of optimism I consider that this may ultimately be a VERY GOOD thing. The impetus to get myself truly free.
I've been humming lyrics from "The Cave" and it's a good message from my subconscious:
But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways...
Might not have been the most helpful response in the world, but I burned the newspaper. Watched that problem disappear in drifts of smoke and a lovely glowing ball of red.
I'm eradicating these issues from my life.
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