With the closing of my family business, and my dad's battle against cancer, I find myself struggling to maintain balance. Dad was diagnosed seven weeks ago today. We announced our closing shortly afterwards; I have exercised once during that time.
More often then not I feel as if I am treading water in a sea of compulsive behavior. Pausing before I act is my saving grace. My mother's a rock. She has remained by his side daily as a steadfast reminder that two people's love for each other can run deeper than the dark waters of the Pacific Ocean.
I long to sit in salt water forgetting the realities I face: a father who may or may not survive his second round of chemotherapy and unemployment. The job search will resolve itself. I feel powerless against dad's cancer. My inner strength needs tapping. Distressing moments are an opportunity to drill deeper into your personal reservoir. When I drill will I discover humility, humor, humanity, strength, serenity? Or, like the wildcatters from long ago, will I tap a dry hole?
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