I love my Magic 8 Ball, I have had it for at least 10 years and in fact it has made some major life decisions for me. Just kidding, more like it added levity to tense situations. I also have a Dr. Freud’s Therapy Ball, which was a gift from a friend, and as you can imagine Dr. Freud’s wisdom is never-ending, encourages self-reflection, and offers insight into tough conundrums (well not really). Now, the ball pictured above is my Affirmation Ball (think Stuart Smalley on old SNL episodes). The Affirmation Ball is like the friend you need to hear encouragement from when the real friend is otherwise occupied. Such is not to say that the Affirmation Ball will stop you from catching the train to crazy town, which is regularly in my neighborhood, rather the Affirmation Ball is a reminder to step away from the second pint of Ben and Jerry’s coffee heath bar crunch, a reminder that tomorrow is a new day full of new glorious possibilities.
The perspective might be one of glass being half full or half empty or more crazy, yet new day. I tend to have a healthy self-esteem and fancy myself as being fairly self-aware, but there seems to be a surplus of crazy in my life of late. In fact, the title of this post was almost Dust to Death Part 2. So crazy is more chaos and stress than clinically crazy. Solomon’s 1st grade teacher had to put her dog to sleep, Emmett’s former teacher had a death in the family, and one of my family members had a sudden health crisis. I actually said to myself, “self, this is just overwhelming.” But you know what? I went to bed and woke up to another day of crazy, more crazy, new day. Just because the day is new and beautiful, doesn’t remotely mean life will be full of rainbows and glitter and unicorns, it just means we have another chance to do our best. I find I’m most comforted during the times when I remember that God created all this beauty and mystery around me to savor and enjoy, a reminder of God’s love for me (and for you). Thankfully I’m ready to embrace tomorrow, more crazy, a new day.