Life Can Turn on a Dime

Teacup in hand, I step onto the porch to gaze at the evening sky. It’s a spectacle up there, all that sparkle and mystery. My eyes dart from one star to another until I find the “Big Dipper.”

“Is that really it?” I wonder. “It looks like fiery bubbles are shooting out of the scoop.” I jump back when a massive explosion fills the night.


Human bodies burst from the bubbles and scatter into the blackness. Faces flash with anxiety and fear, arms and legs are twisted and bloated. They toss and tumble as if thrown about in a revolving kaleidoscope.

I lean closer and yes, I am one of those bodies. Heart-pounding terror grips my mind, my heart, my body. This isn’t possible. And then…

I wake up.

Only the nightmare lingers. This is real. Life has begun one of those dances that flit from a waltz, to a tango, to a jitterbug. And the beat goes on, until I’m worn out and worn down. I slip to the floor like a wind-up clown that has run out of fizzle.

My body is curled and tense with beads of sweat pooled on my lashes. There is no way to turn off my mind. It runs incessantly, as if to drive me mad. I am unaware that a remedy skirts around the fringes of the never-ending babble.

It’s a whisper spoken into an “open” ear…

“It is not the problem but the decision that creates the pressure.”

Determination takes hold and the tremble begins to cease, the rapid pulse slows to normal, the fire in my face starts to cool. The dance is over. Resolve has seeped into my senses.

Whatever problems straddle my path, whatever intrusions invade my peace, I will make a choice on how to deal with the obstacles and move forward. I will not look back, will not second guess my decisions; will not live with regrets…

Joy is waiting ‘round the bend.

 May Your Glass Always Be Half Full
Will Knott (I need to ask about that name) a family member of the LBC gave us the word “turn” for today’s subject. I’m headin’ out to read what the others have to say:
Anu, Delirious, Maxi Maria/Gaelikaa, Maria SilverFox OCD writer, Padmum, Paul, Ramana, The Old Fossil,

About Maxi

Hi … I'm Maxi, a retiree with an addiction. I have quit: raising kids, cleaning house, cooking, doing laundry—there is no end the list—everything is done on "have to." The addiction? Writing to my last breath. blessings ~ maxi
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