Mileposts in the Distance – Possibility vs Probability

by Stacey on July 19, 2012

Note from Stacey: Every Thursday we’re thrilled to offer Laura’s Mileposts in the Distance column.

Today just happens to be Laura’s birthday!  Please join me in wishing her the very happiest of days!

Some of my wordlessness last week was more fully explained over the weekend as an upper respiratory Thing (for wont of a better word) blossomed into days of hacking, wheezing coughs and a pretty deep smoker’s voice.  Every once in a while I attract allergens that like to have knock down drag out fights at the intersection of my throat and chest.  Unless I notice the symptoms early on and fight back with neti pot and inhaler, I get caught in a maelstrom.

Stacey, being Stacey – and consistency is one of her strongest assets – looked things up in Louise Hay’s You Can Heal Your Life.  She landed on Lung Problems, but since my lungs were checked out twice and clear as a bell, I dug down a little more and went after respiratory illness.

And there is was – according to Hay the thought pattern behind a URI is “too much going on at once.  Mental confusion.  Disorder.”

I would argue the second two, but the first was a definite symptom of life right now as I’m hours away from back to back to back trips that will take me well into August.

There is fun and some adventure in every part of these trips, but the organizing of clothes, home, work and life has overwhelmed me at times, just the tiniest.  MDR will be part of the first and third legs and that partnership evens the load a bit and the middle section is a road I’ve traveled before.  So really, there’s nothing wrong that stepping out onto the road won’t cure.

Here’s what I realized though:  I keep forgetting about all the possibilities inherent in going to new places, seeing faces new and old to me, in order to focus on the probability that there will be a lot of mail waiting, and a very fast turnaround of laundry and repacking for the third leg, and mainly that I won’t make my own meals or sleep in my own bed for a few weeks.

What actually brought my thoughts into better focus was a search for a second pillow to elevate my head so I could sleep sans coughing the other night.  I went over to our bigger linen closet and was prepared for a Pillow Extrication battle.

You see, I fill my closets following the school of “make a pile, close the door.  Order will be restored by the closet fairies.”  MDR on the other hand is of the school, “Make orderly piles of things and the closet fairies can take the week off.”

I respect his school as pertains to HIS stuff.  Mine, not so much.

So, I was fairly certain that the linen closet was not on the closet fairy list the last month and I would have to do some juggling of things.

Instead, I opened the door and stood there for 30 seconds, mouth open.  There were three neat piles of extra pillow!  Sheets stacked according to color!  Towels for home and beach in separate stacks.

I grabbed my pillow, afraid to change the balance of the universe – and the obvious gift from the closet fairies – when I remembered the week in early May when I gave my time and attention to getting that closet whipped into shape.

“Laura,” I thought as I walked to the bedroom, “you might not be there yet, but you do have possibility.”

And that snapped everything not working last week back into place. Just like I envisioned the probability of a messy closet I’ve been thinking so hard about the (true) probability of what life will be like when I get home that I’ve forgone all the delicious possibility of what lies between going and coming.

So I will let the meds (and they are many) do their work.  And I will concentrate on my own job of looking for what could be possible in the next 25 days.

In all probability?   Those possibilities will refill the creative well and I’ll bring you along for the ride.

Laura ReethLaura Reeth lives in Raleigh, North Carolina with the man of her dreams. With kids off at college, she no longer plays the role of active, day-to-day parent, and has moved into the complex understanding-parent-of-nearly-adult-children role. The main difference is she gets more sleep now.

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