My first day on the ground in Dehli I visited a museum. My tummy hadn't been feeling great after a 26 hour plane ride, 11 hour time change and not being able to speak with my hubby back in the states (who was going through a hurricane in our home as I travelled). I thought an air conditioned museum would be a great relief to the August heat. Much to my surprise the museum was not air conditioned. Relics were out where you could touch them with no protection. I saw many amazing things however I can't remember most as I was feeling more and more queasy as I walked. I finally succumbed and asked where the restroom was. As I hurriedly opened the door I had already begun to unbuckle my belt. (I promise there is no bathroom humor or yuckiness as you read on!)
I threw the stall door open.....time stopped.
I stood looking in the stall with my hand at my throat and kept asking myself, "how sick am I?" I was stuck there a few minutes as I wrestled with the idea. In front of me was a tiled stall with simply a hole in the floor. "How sick am I?" I kept rubbing my throat. I splashed some water on my face making sure not to get it near my mouth.
And then it came to me...The answer, "not that sick!" I exited the bathroom and finished the museum. The inner strength I felt was incredible. When things in my life get difficult I often find myself staring into that stall and asking how bad things are. Somehow in those moments of desperation I am just not that sick and it helps me overcome whatever is happening. Do you have a place that you go to draw your inner strength? Would love to hear about it.
Great post, Cathy! Such a poignant reminder of just how strong our resolve can be.
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