Wow.
It’s been rainy. And the storms keep coming. A bad time for my son to develop a fear of thunderstorms. He’s hanging tough however and working it the best he can.
I’ve been thinking that we all have our own thunderstorms. They come in many varieties. Anxiety about this or that. Long held assumptions about ourselves and others that may be just baloney. Lots of beliefs that seem to float around us, often landing on us unaware. Often we don’t know we are hooked. Then we notice our reactions to things that come up and we are surprised how something seems to get to us. Our buttons get pushed. We feel anger rising and at first we don’t know why.
I’ve learned a few things about these times:
Be patient. Let the storm pass through. Don’t panic. (My son is actually better during the storm.) It’s the buildup that is the killer.
It’s really sweet when all the drama dies down. Clarity comes afterwards. We learn some things…
