Sometimes I get so caught up in everything that is wrong that I can’t see my way out. I don’t feel good. I’m tired. I’m frazzled. I have a million things to do, and I’m behind on every single one. It’s Christmas season and I haven’t put out a single decoration. I’m lonesome. I miss my family. I miss my friends. I’m broke. It seems like I work all the time, yet I can’t seem to get ahead. I can’t get on top of my bills. I can’t even stay on top of my housekeeping. It is a never ending labyrinth of frustration and anxiety, spiraling downward toward darkness and despair. I can’t see my way out.
Then, something gives.
Yesterday, it was a call from my daughter. A cheery voice at the other end of the line, saying “Hello! How are you?” Sounding really happy to hear my voice. Sincerely wanting to know how I’m doing. Then she listened, calm and sympathetic, as I railed about my bad week and my bad mood and my miserable day. She said all the right things. Then, she told me about her own lousy experience. I was justifiably outraged for her. We commiserated back and forth. We made each other laugh. Before our long conversation was over, the spiral had turned, and it was leading me toward the light.
One accepting, understanding voice, reaching out, with love. That’s it.
That’s everything, really.