One thing I’m learning about myself as I draw is that I often miscalculate the amount of room I will need for something. For example, take this lionfish: His “legs” should be a lot longer. But I was having a lot of fun sketching last night. An hour and a half flew by!
I’ve studied spiritual masters for years now. One (of many) common threads of assertions is that it is our thoughts that make us miserable (in fact, this might be the most basic tenet). Life is life. “Problems” – as we see them – are never ending.
But because most of us see the same things as problems, we don’t see an alternative way to interpret these events.
Your child didn’t get into the college of her choice;
your son accidentally demolishes your garage door with your car;
your husband loses his job;
you get a cancer diagnosis;
and on and on…
It does look impossible to see these as anything but problems. But are they? It’s just life.
Crying, moaning and complaining about them do no good.
Just handle it and, if you can, laugh at the same time.
Eight years ago, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I was fortunate: early stage I. But while I recovered from the first of six surgeries, my husband lost his job. His boss cried as he let him go, knowing what we were “going through.” Our two daughters were six and eight years old. We worried about money and their emotional states.
It did seem like the beginning of the end.
But it wasn’t.
I’m here, stronger than ever. Wiser. Fearless.
My husband eventually got his current job – the best one he’s ever had.
Everything happens for a reason. The fact that it is happening is proof.
Handle it. Address the situation without anger, without sadness and without stress, if you can.
The distress and depression come from fighting it.