Let it GoPosted: September 7, 2010
One of the hardest things is to hold my tongue when certain choice words are brewing up in my mind. When I get good and stressed, I could make Jon Gruden blush.
I’ll go out on a ledge here and say that getting your wallet stolen amidst Labor Day celebrations qualifies as stressful. Especially when it contains your social security card, your car and health insurance information, and not only your license but the license a friend asked you to stash for the evening to avoid it getting lost.
I’m doing my best to just let it go. It’s done, it’s over with; I’m in the process of canceling checks and putting out fraud alerts, and wallowing in the sucktasticness of the situation simply isn’t going to do me any good. I have to just trust that I”ll be able to face whatever may come of this. I’m pulling a page out of Angela’s book and reminding myself that I am stronger than I think. I just have to trust.
Everything in life operates on trust. Without it, you’re stumbling blindly and closing yourself off to life. Even with it, you may still wind up blindly stumbling, but you don’t waste all your energy worrying about the bruises. I’ve already resigned myself to living without fear of falling, and here the same principle of trust has to apply. I trust my body to recover from an illness and my ego to recover from missing a goal; I have to trust that I’ll be able to recover from this as well.