Oh, there ain't no way of pushing back the clocks

I've been all over the place this week, though I'll admit as the week went on and I decided to stop trying to control what's next that things got easier.  That, and I hid out at home more to get some work done.

This week I am trusting.  Period.  I know I can't control the outcome of all of the transitions that are happening right now.  I can control how angst-y (Is that a word?  It should be!) I get about them, and quite honestly it's NOT worth using up all of that energy for non-constructive things.  I have bigger, better work to do.

This week I am grateful for the constant reminders I've had that I am surrounded by/ padded by truly amazing friends.  That connection with people who "get" it is priceless, even those from whom I am separated by mountains, rivers, and airline flights.  Or, in the case of my California friends, separated by Nevada.  That's a long, lonely stretch of I-80.

This week I am inspired by one of my patients who got to go home this week.  He has one of the most amazing souls I've ever had the privilege of encountering. While I wouldn't wish his reason for being in our care on anyone, I feel blessed to have had the opportunity to care for him.

Now listening:  Grace Potter Ain't no time






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