Wow. The last few weeks have been brutal. I know that many people will be able to relate to what I’m writing about; the unpleasable people we come across from time to time. I’m in that exact situation now. I’ve been in it once before, but compared to this, that one should really be stricken from the record. I have 100% to give and have every intention of giving it, even though it won’t really help. At least I will know I’ve done my best. That’s all we can hope for right? That we’ve done the best we can at whatever we’ve feebly attempted to do.
Sometimes, though, our best isn’t good enough. Those words take me back to the evenings after my parents learned I made a C in math. I really was doing my best and the teacher, who tried her darnedest to tutor me, could attest to that. But my best would never get me an A. I did make an A in Creative Writing; I was the only one excited about that.
Sometimes our best is good enough, but the one we’re trying so hard to please has a certain mindset of how things will be. Mind-reading is a rare talent, one I don’t possess, but have wished fervently over the past few weeks that I did. But there has been one constant, one balm, one measure that soothes my body, soul and spirit. It is the same one as has always been, but this time, it is more consuming than ever.
Music. It has literally taken over every moment of my life that isn’t bombarded with my current (though thankfully, temporary) job. It fills my dreams. It fills the empty moments, all of them. I have a hard time describing something so magnanimous, so powerful that it consumes me; that the notes are the last thing I hear as i drift off to sleep and the first thing I think of on awaking.
Someone played for me. For a long time, they played and sang, mostly because their ego loved to have an audience and I was fine with that. I have an ego of my own and I certainly didn’t expect to be mesmerized; now, i’m just overloaded.
These are the times I’m talking about. The moments when my skin doesn’t feel strong enough to hold my blood in. When life tells me that I have to break some eggs to make an omelet and as I look around, I realize that all the eggs are already broken. And they just sit there. These are the panic moments, the ones that either make or break me; moments that help me become stronger if I’m not too panicked or dense to learn what is being taught. Once this time is over, I will be smarter, bolder and more able to see that life goes on, that time, once gone is gone and that important things always float to the top.
I am living the life God has for me and it will take me where it takes me whether I want to go or not; I will try to make the best of it.
I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me ~ Philippians 4:13
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