The Good ol’ Basement
I hate to admit that I sometimes find myself in the basement—but I do. Things don’t meet my expectations and I pace the mental darkness of my emotional cellar. When I’m there, I notice that my favorite activity is to bring others to the basement also. You see, it’s easier to fling words of judgment, criticism, and evaluation than to actually do something.
Then there’s the roof….
Aaaaah….on those days I’m giving a shout out to passers-by, inviting them to stop and talk a while, urging them to come on up, and let their troubles roll off the edges.
I saw some Roof People today. They had their lights shining, signaling others to come on up.
- the gentleman at the gym who looks for the quietest person there and makes sure to say hello.
- the lady who let me go in front of her at the check-out line.
- a hilarious Valentine card from Superman that says “I’m thinkin’ of ya”
Where there’s Light, There’s Hope
Maybe you have basement days, too. So here’s what I’ve learned:
- Get some rest (weariness is basement bait)
- Eat healthy, be good to yourself (because you deserve it!)
- Look up. There’s always a light guiding you to the rooftop—where you’ll be safe.
Let Your Light So Shine Among Men.