Opposing forces competing for the same space creates contrast and tension. The beauty of anything is found in possibility. In potential. In anticipation. All words synonymous with hope.
On any given day there are approximately 42,000 thunderstorms that occur on our planet. If you've ever viewed an image of one of them from satellite photography, you've probably been unimpressed. The system seems so tiny and insignificant.
The force of that same storm has the potential to cause flash floods, obliterate communities and leave a path of thorough destruction in its wake. From the ground view this insignificant blip on the radar screen represents catastrophe and raw, relentless power. Albeit a highly refined and organized form of raw, relentless power.
What is fear without anticipation?
That tense moment right before the nurse pricks your arm with the needle is the most anxious moment of giving blood, and likely the cause for 97% of our population to abstain from participation. But that brief moment of tension carries with it hope. Hope that a life may be spared.
This morning I found myself awake long before it was necessary. All quiet on the southern front, I yawn and stretch my arms out wide.
Today is ripe with potential.
More promise than my average day as it will have a couple of additional hours tacked on the front end. With my arms stretched out wide I give my hands a bit of a wiggle.
Yes. This counts as today's deployment.
This may appear insignificant from outer space, but from where I sit, this little act carries a lot of weight. It reminds me how to anticipate the power and beauty of everything from this moment forward. In approximately eighteen hours I will find myself back in this exact same spot, anticipating a good night's sleep. What happens between then and now is totally up for grabs and at least 65% up to me. There may be tension, contrast waterspouts, thunderstorms and needle pricks. However, there is also an abundance of opportunity. With every thunderstorm and needle prick there is beauty and hope.
Approximately eighteen hours from now I will lay back down, exhausted from seizing opportunities and appreciating the significance of the insignificance of all the tiny moments this day will consist of. Moments are but a collection of many components creating a whole. Remove just one and the entire system falls apart.
And also it's Friday. Which means I am highly anticipating another adventurous weekend. But first, I must go participate in my daily sparring match with Mitch.
Today's Jazz Hands burn eternal. Day one-hundred and seventy-two complete.
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