I have a very small dog who is very anxious about life. He must know what is happening, who is doing what, and what will happen next...all...the...time. This has, of course, endeared him to me. When I feel myself beginning to be wound up and anxious about things I cannot control, I just look at my dog fretting and pacing. I realize that all my anxiety does is make me look like him - a very fuzzy, furry ball of worry. I then pull him into a big bear hug and calm him down. Or his brother swats him in the head with his paw. Either way, my dog gets snapped out of it and we're all at peace again.
Tonight I'm on the edge of my own fuzzy, furry ball of worry. I
just...within the past five minutes...submitted my application for a doctoral program. But I'm going to do my best and not think about it. As badly as I want a response yesterday, I'm going to let go...and let God pull me into a big bear hug and calm me down.
And my Ah-Ha moment of the day:
