Have you ever woken up in the morning, sun shining through the windows, clear beautiful blue sky, maybe some birds are singing, the aroma of coffee wafting from the kitchen, all is well and then–all of a sudden–it hits you like a ton of bricks… all is NOT well. In that first few minutes of awakening you forgot your troubles, be it a sickness, a death, a job less, a lost love, a pandemic…
I had a moment like that this week. After pondering nothing and suddenly remembering everything, a dark cloud hung over my head. Mother nature cooperated as the early morning sunshine was promptly wiped away by ominous clouds moving in from the north west, as if my thoughts had manifested the bad weather. That cloud hung around all day and affected everything I touched. I couldn’t shake it.
I made my morning calls, my friends and colleagues seemed a little down as well.
I turned on the TV… you already know how that affected my mood.
I dived into my work, but there was no pep in my step.
I conjured up every inspirational quote and mindset that I had in my arsenal.
I reminded myself of everything I had to be grateful for that day.
Suddenly a thought struck me. I NEED A PLAN. I needed a plan for what we would do when things got back to normal. I needed to consider what the world would look like when the pandemic was over and we all returned to our regular lives.
I researched every article I could find about the pandemic and how other countries handled the re-opening. I took notes. I wrote lists. I needed more information. I needed to concentrate on a comprehensive plan. Forget what I was doing today…I needed to build on my future, my family’s future, my firm’s future. I kept telling myself the answer was in anticipating our needs and wants and imagining how it would be next month, or two months (maybe three?) when things got back to normal.
And then I read this:
One day a young Buddhist on his journey home came to the banks of a wide river. Staring hopelessly at the great obstacle in front of him, he pondered for hours on just how to cross such a wide barrier.
Just as he was about to give up his pursuit to continue the journey he saw a great teacher on the other side of the river. The young Buddhist yells over to the teacher, “Oh wise one, can you tell me how to get to the other side of this river”?
The teacher ponders for a moment looks up and down the river and yells back, “My son, you are on the other side”.
I shut down my computer, closed my books, put my pad away, turned on some music and poured a glass of wine.
– Nancy Burner, Esq.