With Tropical Storm Ernesto beginning to approach my home and perhaps gain in strength to become Hurricane Ernesto, I follow my pre-storm ritual of scanning the yard for potential projectiles. What might unexpectedly become a weapon thrust at my home? The skeleton of a forgotten potted plant encased in a clay bowl that could be thrown at my windows? It’s as if nature is about to riot around us and we must find its armory before the soldiers of wind and rain attack our domicile fortresses. I realize I’m used to this type of preparation, and not just because I physically retraced these steps more times than anticipated last year.
It’s also something that I do emotionally whenever I feel a large internal storm brewing. In preparation for any type of conflict, I scan my internal horizon to identify any emotional or mental projectiles that may be used as weapons against me. I try to minimize the impending damage by removing my vulnerabilities from view and assuming a defensive stance. Preparation depends on the size of the storm – am I sitting for an annual work review or am I protesting a charge on my credit card?
Either way, I have my supplies at hand while I attempt to anticipate its path. And, either way, the storm passes and all returns back to normal until the next well defined circle on my radar.
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