I have been frazzled today.
I tell you that so you will know that I am not one of the “life is always wonderful” people.
There is a huge difference between “life is always wonderful” and “everything works out in the end”.
The person who is always saying “Life is always wonderful” is, most likely, in denial. They are not seeing what is out there and are not willing to admit things can be bad. I may make a few enemies here, but I include the “It’s God‘s Will” people here, too.
I have seen too many people use the comment “It’s God’s Will” or “If It’s God’s Will” to allow them to explain away anything bad. It’s a type of denial, in my opinion, because I truly don’t think God has worked out a plan in which it is predetermined that you have to suffer and be miserable and things just go to heck. It just doesn’t make sense.
Quit telling me that it was God’s Will that my grandmother die or that I had my stroke. I believe God gave us choices and consequences come of those choices. Then, God uses our choices to help give us other choices.
Do I think God is always trying in everything to help us in life? Yes.
Do I think God prearranged all these things? No.
I think God works with us through our free will to “nudge” us toward that beautiful life we could be having. We make the choices; God gives us more choices; some of those choices are tough and we may have to go through some rough spots because it finally got to the point that we were not following the easier path.
It makes sense to me, but I am never quite sure if I am explaining it right.
I had the stroke because I kept choosing to eat wrong and be stressed out. There were a lot of ways for me to avoid that stroke path, but, finally, it had to happen; I didn’t give it any other choice.
The way I see it, God allowed me to live and still showed me the wonderfulness that life can offer even in my circumstances. I, finally, chose to begin following the better path (maybe not the best one, yet) and then things could start to smooth out. Notice I said, “start”. I have a long way to go and still have a lot of choices to make.
But, I digress. The other side of the “Life is always wonderful” coin is the “everything works out in the end.” I think I just explained all of that.
That is me, and my day (look, full circle) was Frazzled!
In brief, I took Dad to Dialysis. That is a 6 hour trip from start to finish. We do it three times a week. For Mom and me it is getting Dad there, waiting 2 hours, then lunch, then either going somewhere for an errand, or coming back for another 1 1/2 hours until he is finished. Then, hurry home so Dad can get settled in and eat, and I can get home and do whatever by 4:00pm.
That wasn’t the frazzled part; that was just how the day started.
I was tired; I didn’t take the best way to the dialysis clinic;
I got home and “remembered” (thanks to an email ad) that it was election day;
I drove in a hurry to the library to vote (two main streets were closed);
I went to the grocery; then ate just before my buddy called me to “go eat”; I went to “eat” (low, low carbs) with him so we could talk;
I dropped my blood pressure pill on the floor and couldn’t find it, right after spilling coffee while trying to “wipe up a smaller spill”;
I decided to go to grocery after all;
I was nervous and anxious by the time I got home, then realized all the online work I needed to do for blogging and Amazon and “things”.
So, I was frazzled. (I also left out the part where I had this post 1/3 done and accidentally “deleted” it)
Okay, all that, just to help you to see that “everything works out in the end” does not mean “everything works out today”.
You still have to live in the moment, but keep an eye on tomorrow. What does help me is that, if I will keep that eye on tomorrow and remember the working out part, I can make it through today and, usually, calm myself down (which I have now done). Because, you never know what is really going on…
You need to look at tomorrow and know that it will all work out, so that you can work through today without having to live in denial.
I love you all…
Namaste,
Scott