Recently, the image that kept coming was a field of rabbit holes…not dangerous like a mine field, but rather, a MIND field. The picture had little signs on and next to the rabbit holes, all reading “Do NOT Enter”. Just don't. Be safe, be smart, just don't go down that rabbit hole.
It didn't feel dangerous to mindfully navigate the daily duties, even exploring my imagination had “safe spaces”, but those holes were not to be explored. Nothing good was going to come from the “what if mom’s cancer is in her organs?”, “what if I told people I’d help with an event that I can’t pull off now because things shifted in my world?”, “what if the new staff doesn't work out?”, “what if…?”
ALWAYS perspective. What DO I know? What is True for me now? What grid am I operating my life from and what are the priorities? Live there. Stay above ground and live, be alive, in what IS. Yes, step here and here and here.
Turns out the staff did work out. There isn't cancer in mom's organs, the PTA budget got reworked to "pull off" the commitments for my committee ...all in time for me to have more time to give Mother's Month the time it deserves.