This figure sits in the room where I do most of my writing. It’s a small cast piece my father found at a yard sale. It was still in the original packaging, as if it was merely an after thought. Perhaps, it was just waiting to come to my house where it would be fully appreciated. I love to look at Charlie screaming in mid-air as Lucy snags the ball away yet again.
How often do we end up like Charlie – prone, eyes towards the heavens, bracing for the moment when we will crash into the inevitable disappointment and pain that comes with missed kicks, moments when we did not take a chance, or the time when we did and it sent us to the ground? It’s true, each down contains the pain of missed expectations, but it also contains the possibility that something more is waiting for us. It is an opportunity to stop and see the bluebirds on a sunny February day and have gratitude for the way life provides, even when we believe we are small and alone.
What ups are you finding in your downs?