Since the tornado began, I’ve been grasping for some way to stay firmly on the ground.
Everything has felt so unbelievably out of control and all I’ve had to hold on to is my anxiety, my fear, and my grief.
I’ve had anger and it’s been a great comfort when that comes flying out sideways towards people around me – especially to those who I’ve decided have made me a victim.
Because feeling like a victim has really helped me feel even worse and more out of control.
This process of letting go, detaching, and trusting is too ephemeral, intangible. It’s all about feelings and mindset, which, when I wallow there, makes me more anxious and freaked out.
And with the accident, we are looking at a long road of letting go, detaching, and trusting. We are stepping into one of the greatest unknowns I’ve ever had to enter.
And today, I have found my anchor…
There is so much paperwork flying at us right now: medical bills, insurance claims reports, and soon there will also be legal paperwork out the wazoo.
And here’s where my security blanket, my new turquoise binder, sparkle dividers, and pre-hole-punched recycled paper, comes into play in a way that calms me and keeps me focused;
I can do court. I can do organization.
Give me a couple of bright post-its, and some new pens, and maybe even some of those pretty, striped paper clips, and I am all set.
A new three-ring binder is an inspiration to clean my desk. Printing out 100 pages of forms motivates me to finally mop the spill on the kitchen floor that has been there since the breakup.
I got one of those briefcase sized file folders with 13 pockets. It’s purple. Calms me right down.
In my desk this morning, I found a whole drawer full of exactly what I just bought – minus the sparkle dividers. It’s good to have backup, but if I really want to feel better, I need to spend money that should be going towards bills, at Office Depot.
Then, add to all of this, my experience with both the medical world and the legal world.
I’ve had at least 6 surgeries since my kids were born and add on one surgery for each of two of my boys. I’ve been to spine doctors, hand specialists, pain management physicians, countless orthopedic surgeons, and neurologists…plus the OBGYN – just to name a few.
Plus, all of the time and energy I’ve put into my parents and their medical ailments and hospital time puts me in the upper echelon of experienced patients.
And court? I’ve been there 7 times in the last 8 years, just for my divorce, not to mention jury duty.
I’ve worked with multiple attorneys and 2 different judges.
I’ve had some serious wins.
I can organize for court like nobody’s business.
So it appears that the years of agony and questioning, “Why is this shit happening to me?” are going to serve me well.
When I begin to feel completely bombarded by the Universe, I have my shield.
It’s the prettiest shade of blue and has a clear pocket on the front to insert a hopeful and calming photo and an inspirational quote from some random buddhist website .