Maybe it’s just me.
I find that I want to control my life, like, a lot. This is never clearer than when some problem crops up in my life. It might be a relationship issue, an educational conundrum with one or all of my kids, or scheduling thing, another bout of depression. Doesn’t really matter. When something messes up my daily rhythm I want to beat that thing into submission, posthaste. I want it dead. Ahem.
Sometimes the best thing to do when confronted with an “issue” is to…wait. As in, do nothing. (As a person of faith, I assume that praying about stuff is not the same as trying to fix it, so I’m not suggesting that praying is unnecessary. It’s very necessary). Not everything has a solution, at least not one I can see. And even if it does, I can’t always effect change.
So I am learning to be still, to wait, to sometimes go slow in the face of obstacles. I am praying and watching. I am seeing stones in my path and not reaching for the keys to my forklift.
The thing is, life keeps going whether I strategize or not, and problems often work themselves out (rather, Someone works them out, without my helpful freakouts, thanks). If all this seems like a call for passivity, for hanging back and hanging on a minute when things go wrong, it is.
Sometimes in the midst of life’s craziness, it really is better not to try to fix things, but to simply be.