It’s cold outside today in Oklahoma, frigid. The high is 3 degrees F, which happens to be a lower temperature than the state’s record low for the day.
We’re turning to our furnace, covering up all of our windows, burying ourselves in blankets and dressing in layers to keep us warm. Running to things we know and things we’ve heard of. We’re dripping our faucets, keeping our cabinet doors open, and we’re doing everything we can to make sure the pipes don’t burst.
But in the end, all we can do is take precautions. The result is out of our control. The pipes may burst, our heat source may run out, and we may wind up extremely cold. And all of that is kind of scary.
Trying to control what you can’t control. Hoping for things to be ‘okay’ and not break.
But that’s kind of life isn’t it? Hoping. Controlling what you can. And leaving the rest up to the cosmos.
That’s a hard truth to sit it, and that’s what kept me up most of the night, rather than the cool bedroom air, but it’s something that i’m trying to be more okay with - being out of control.
-Cliff
-Cliff’s Notes: Out of control is in control of stress.