sometimes only one thing works: slowing down
slowing down to breathe. slowing down to feel. slowing down to look around me. slowing down to notice that the world is still here: the sun came up, the morning air is cool, and there is dew on the grass and sunbeams dancing through the leaves of our dogwood tree.
the world is still here, and i’m still here, in the midst of all this extraordinary beauty, alive to see it, and alive to enjoy it.
even the worst day on earth is better than no day at all. and with all certainty, whatever i have to endure is not even near to being the worst day on earth.
so i have to slow down, way down, and feel gratitude despite this pain.
the rest will follow.