It was chaotic, it was over full, it was stressful. But at least there was a plan.
Then things changed. And now, it’s chaotic, it’s hectic, it’s stressful. But there’s no plan at the moment.
It will be fine. I’m not the one who is having issues. No one’s dying. At least, not today and not anyone I know. It’s just a bit…disorienting.
EGBOK! Everything’s Gonna Be OK! And it will.
But for the moment it’s one step at a time. Literally.
When I was a kid and we lived in the Kansas City area our house had a fairly steep in half of our back yard. There was a chain link fence at the bottom, to keep me and my siblings in I suspect, not to keep others out. My dad worked with computer drum drives on mainframes and would occasionally bring home one of the shipping containers they were transported in. They were cylindrical, heavy, thick cardboard, about four feet long, about three feet in diameter, a little bigger than a trash can.
We would cram three of us in there, sort of like tennis balls in a can, then roll it down that hill. It would pick up some pretty good speed, then slam into that fence. We would tumble out, always dizzy as hell, sometimes bruised, always giggling and laughing and trying to run back up the hill to do it again.
Today feels a bit like that, trying to run back up that hill while super dizzy and a bit bruised and banged up.
There’s less giggling and laughing, but I’m trying to keep my sense of humor about it all. So far, so good.
But I really would prefer not to do it again.