This week has been like an agitated ocean… and the crashing waves have gained momentum from physical and professional sources. My mornings have left my body vibrating from the symptoms of an unrest in my gut. My days have been filled with expected (I work at a psychiatric hospital), but severe, clinical crises.
However, I have not been yanked down by the undertow. In fact, I don’t even think my hair got wet.
I leave for a 5-night cruise on Saturday. This upcoming trip has been my mental euphoria through the intense current.
I am holding on to the imagery of my impending voyage and I am hoping it stays with me even when I return to reality on the 30th. The place I have been going during the painful and tense moments is a place I can go to whenever I want, and I am taking so many mental notes.
Even if a vacation isn’t in our future, our mind has the power to keep us afloat… even in the midst of a stormy sea.