On Monday, I woke to thick fog. I muddled my way through my usual morning routine, lights on all round the house, did a bit of work, and then set off for an Athena Network workshop in Slough. As I drove at an appropriate pace for the weather, I wondered if I had left enough time to reach my destination without being late. On I went, and then suddenly, I burst through the fog and into brilliant sunshine. My spirits lifted, I could drive at a more reasonable rate of knots, and I scrabbled for my sunglasses! I went on to reach my destination in plenty of time, arriving relaxed, at ease, and ready to make the most of the workshop.
Workshop over a couple of hours later, I headed off back home. The way was clear, the sun was shining, and all was well with the world. Then the road disappeared. I was back into the foggy darkness, and my spirits drooped to match. I slowed down, and made it back home in considerably more time than I had expected. But I knew that the next day, or some day very soon, the sun would break through, and I'd be happy and shiny once more.
What a perfect analogy for my life at the moment. It seems like every time I break free of the fog, another obstacle or challenge is thrown up in my way. I have had to slow down, and sometimes I have even ground to a complete standstill. But somehow, somewhere, I have found the strength to turn the lights on and continue on my journey. Each time, I burst through into the light once again. Perhaps I kick back a little, thinking all is well with the world. Then there's another bank of fog and I'm bogged down again.
Here's the thing: when I focus on the fog, I paralyse myself into inaction through fear or overwhelm. Each time I turn on the lights and push on, I burst through into the light.
Does this sound familiar to anyone?
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