Look and You Will Find
Anchoring with today's word:
LOOK
This morning I got up with an agenda. First real agenda in three days since I lost my job.
- Get a run in.
- Blog
- Help Colt get some pressure washing done for a neighbor.
- Go to HEB grocery store for three families.
Headed to the grocery store. Quickly. Really want to get that run in. Randall's would be closer. No. Remember, I don’t have a job. HEB is much more economical. I won’t tempt myself. I’ll bypass Randall's on the side road.
LOOK.
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LOOK.
There’s a line to get in again. I’ll get gas first. Ick. Who all has touched this pump? Where's my hand sanitizer? Where's a disinfectant wipe? Finish. Jump in the car. Look in the mirror. Darn. Gas cap hanging off. Back out of the car. Maybe the line has died down by now.
No luck. Ok. Here I am. In line. Oh no. Someone recognizes me six feet from them. I’ve got my surf trucker cap pulled down with sunglasses on, but the conversation is real and stems around our high school seniors’ pain during this crisis. But fifteen minutes later and I’m “in”. Everyone’s minding their own business, so it’s pretty easy to navigate. Until I realize I don’t have my credit card. What the heck? Gas pumps? The Bermuda Triangle crevice between my console and seat? I ask permission, reverse through the doors and sprint back to my car. Yup. Crevice.
Pencil poking. Sunglass swiping. Violent seat sliding. Lots of flicking. Credit card reclaimed. And back in I go. No, people, I’m not cutting the line; just left here and my partially filled buggy is right inside the doors.
In “record time” of 2.5 hours I was on my way back home. Still determined to Get Out. But instead of a run, I opt for a bike ride. Those amazing bluebonnets were calling my name. And instead of running, I needed wind in my hair, grit on my legs and some speed down hills. I needed some nature and fresh air paired with a bit more adrenaline to relieve what was ailing me. #natureismedicine and I could use a good dose. There’s evidence-based science surrounding what nature can do for you mentally and physically - and if used intentionally just perhaps that knot in my chest and hole in my gut would subside. Preaching to the preacher with this sermon.
But on this journey, for a change I didn’t speed down our road. I was on my mountain bike, on the sidewalk and some self-made “off sidewalk” trails. I’d spent countless hours on a bike on this road training for Ironman events, Ironman 70.3’s, sprint triathlons, a gazillion events, a gazillion miles - and most of them in 2D - not really LOOKING, but going places, putting the miles in on seven, eight and nine hour bike rides...year after year. Not today.
I’m going to LOOK.
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Just exactly like this very week during this awful health crisis, I could go and LOOK for the negative, the maybe’s, the fiction, all of the stress, the pent up anguish, anxiety and uncertainties. OR, if we are intentional, if we trust and if we LOOK, thankfully, we do indeed get exactly what we LOOK for.
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