Sometimes I walk into the chaos of my life and I think, “Who is in charge here?”
I look to my left and to my right. Nothing. Nobody. Silence. Just me.
But in the stillness there is clarity.
I can handle loneliness because truly, I am never alone.
I can handle responsibility because truly, I am very competent.
But confusion gives me no direction at all except to spin in a circle.
So today, I am grateful for clarity. I believe that with it, I can move mountains, or at the very least keep my feet solidly beneath me and traveling forward.
My Eyes Are Up Here 
Chaos and confusion suck. Clarity is a beautiful thing, even in the worst of storms, so if you’re grateful for it, I am grateful for it, for you. Sending all good thoughts, as always, my friend.
Awww, thanks, Lisa.
Impressive thoughts lead to impressive words. Well done.
Thanks, Mom.
I am so enjoying your posts Elizabeth. I think about them for days. For instance in this one, I thought about how hard it is for me to sit with a lack of clarity — confusion and fog are so uncomfortable. So much so, that I often make something up as a way to soothe myself. Like, “Oh, this is why this is happening,” or “This is what I am feeling.” Once I think I know, then I can relax.
Cheryl, thank you! Making meaning does ease pain and it reduces disorientation. It’s a major coping strategy for a lot of people, for good or for ill. I try to make meaning for good!
Yes. Clarity is precious. ❤
Yes, quite precious even when painful.