I've acquired some rather rowdy neighbors. First, there's the couple of loud-mouths just outside my window, nesting quite comfortably in a nook created just for them by my Frigidaire window-unit.
It's quite a sight...my air conditioner...it's lodged in there pretty haphazardly since it's (fortunately) much smaller (and quieter) than the monstrosity it replaced last year. The would-be window is all patched up with mismatched pieces of wood painted varying shades of cream and white, sort of taped-up and plastered to get that oh-so-coveted 'DIY chic' look.
But I digress, that point is that now it's home-sweet-home to some love birds.
But they aren't the only ones who've moved in.
Dan, Boo, and I are pretty sure it's a raccoon. But it could just be a squirrel. Either way, I've heard it a little today -- a scuffle here, a scratch there, a weird cooing sound every once-in-a-while. I don't know what he's up to up there. Probably playing Texas Hold 'em or maybe Bananagrams with the rest of his nocturnal woodland friends.
I don't mind my sometimes noisy neighbors. Especially on days like today, In fact, I kind of like them. They keep me company as I focus on my work. I think they're working, too. Maybe it's easier for them to focus on the things that must be done. They don't have TV's to distract them, and as far as I know, there's no Facewoods, the social media hub for woodland creatures.
For us humans though, and for me, days like today -- quiet, reflective, peaceful days -- don't just happen. I find that I have to be really intentional and make space in my life for quiet. I have to make the effort to calm my mind and my heart and just be. Just work. Just create. Just relax.
But even when we surround ourselves with intentional quiet, the 'stuff' of our lives starts bubbling to the surface, causing an internal ruckus. Our insecurities, our fears, and our worries come out banging pots and pans like it's New Year's Eve, making sure they can be heard over the quiet joy of peace, tranquility, and confidence.
But what are we so dang worried about?!
First on my list is failure. Second is inadequacy. And third is that my dreams are too lofy, that my goals are impossible.
I'm worried I can't do the impossible.
Well, the second fear on my list is just irrational, and while the first is a real possibility, that's just life. But that third one...well that third one can get lost. My mom sent me a quote the other day that sort of punches that worry in the face:
"Start by doing what's necessary; then do what's possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible."
-- St. Francis of Assisi
It's a good quote. And it's manageable, I think. I can do that...WE can do that...right? Yeah, we GOT this. Focus on the work. Focus on the small things. The things we can't control deserve no space in our minds, and certainly not in our hearts. They only steal our joy and crush our will to keep pressing on...and that's a big deal, because sometimes all we have is the Will, the Hope, the Y'ant to.
So today, let's replace the what-if's with the what-are's. What are the necessities? What are the things that bring me joy? What are the things that are good for my Spirit and Soul? And...what ARE those dang birds yappin' about?!