All smiles on a Thursday morning trail run. Photo by Brett Rivers
It's one of those days. Some days, I can just feel what I feel, like I mentioned a few posts again. Sometimes though, I want nothing more to find the escape hatch and pull the plug on how I feel. And yet, no such escape is to be had. So I just sit quiet and pray quietly, "God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference."
I am working really really hard at talking myself out of this weird, annoying mood. In fact, I am starting to see it is as a challenge. Can I make myself feel better when all I want to do is be a big freaking baby? And I feed the savage beast of feeling or starving it out? It is interesting to think about how we handle ourselves and our feelings. I discussed the "feeling our feelings" but that is not always the solution. Sometimes we need to drop kick ourselves in our sissy pants and quit our mopping.
I am a disciplined person, but I am also an introspective person. I don't want to stifle legitimate feelings, but I also don't want to coddle neurotic ones. This morning I have been really thinking about balance. Balance between discipline and not, and just balance itself and how to find it, keep it and manage it. Most things, no matter how we try to control them, balance out in the end. I am trying to have the wisdom to know the difference today. We'll see what I can do with it.