Opening, Not Falling Apart

April 13th, 2009

I’m a worrier. I see the sky falling instead of realizing it’s just a storm moving through. Too often I assume a mental fetal position instead of ┬árising up into Warrior One. I sometimes gnaw on my fingers until they bleed–21st century workplace stigmata brought on by fear of being dispensable. But today I had breakfast with some out-of-town friends who not only gave me a jolt of their creative electricity but also passed on some of the best advice I’ve heard in a long time: “Things are not falling apart–they’re opening up for you. Just don’t get freaked out by the cracking sound.” I felt that inner click you get when things/ideas/whispers fall into place in your mind. Click, click, click–like moving the tiles around on one of those old-school games I used to give my kids to play with. That satisfying physical click when all the signs align properly and you recognize the path, don’t know where it’s going, but know there are other people traveling with you.

5 Responses to “Opening, Not Falling Apart”

  1. Allegra Smith says:

    My very wise nanny who taught me that life was for the living also taught me that “to worry about something is like a prayer for something you don’t want to happen”
    Stop worrying. That my dear, is an order. (Send with hugs and the hope that you know that you are not replaceable. Exchangeable perhaps, not sure about that one either because of your uniqueness. But never replaceable. You can quote me.)

  2. Anonymous says:

    I’ve cracked and am falling apart.

  3. Ollie says:

    Oh, I love your blog! I’ve been looking for a good new blog for days now and I was just starting to get seriously discouraged.

    Adding you to the reader and the blog roll now. ­čÖé

  4. Whosyergurl says:

    My dear,
    I gnaw at my fingers too, like a bunny at a carrot. I do not bite my nails, just start picking at the skin around and before I even realize what I’m doing, it is bleeding. I hate it, too.

    Hold tight. Breath in, breath out. That is the best advice I can give.
    hugs, Cheryl in IN

  5. Di Mackey says:

    Loved this. So true. I wouldn’t be a professional photographer now if life hadn’t cracked me open.