There are so many personal life metaphors for my ‘grand mis-adventure’ this weekend…
On Saturday, I got up and went for a hike on one of the beautiful open space trails near my home. What a gorgeous day! And I was in the groove…walking at a vigorous pace, deep breathing, and looking at the clear blue skies when I stumbled over a mound one often encounters when walking on a dirt trail. My ankle buckled and I could feel the ‘rip’ before I could catch and correct myself.
Oops. I’m in trouble.
Yes, this is a serious sprain, I thought to myself. And I was at least 1 mile away from my car. So I turned around and step by painful step started making my way back down the hill. I passed a few joggers and walkers out for their daily fresh air…and no one asked if I was hurt or needed help. But that’s OK because what could they have done anyway? It wasn’t a 911 situation.
I really wanted to call my husband or a friend, but again, what could they do other than worry about me…no, I had to do this alone. And while I was making my way ‘home’ it was the mental struggle that hurt more than the ankle. It seemed insurmountable and I really wanted to give up…but I had no choice…if I wanted to get to my car, I just had to keep moving forward. And when I reached my destination, I felt as though I had run and won a marathon!
As I sat on the sofa with my ankle elevated and iced, I thought what a parable this is for what’s going on in my life. For the most part, my head is in the skies about what I’m doing to help my son and others on the spectrum secure a future where they are valued and included. But there are days where it seems insurmountable…and it’s on those days that I struggle mentally. So I take one painful step after another until I see those blue skies peeking through once again.
But unlike my weekend’s mis-adventure, I don’t have to do this alone. I have you…