At this particular point in my life, me and chaos, we have a working relationship. A truce of sorts, at least in the physical realm if not mental. Usually. But some days, with all of us in this little space, I let my guard down and bam! bedlam reigns. And I’m paralysed. I don’t know where to begin, and all I feel like doing is crawling back into bed to hide.
Sadly this is not an option and I could very easily give in to gloom. But I have learned that when paralysis sets in, it just takes the first step, doesn’t matter where or how small – just that first toy back in its place – and the cogs start turning again, until eventually, I’ve wrestled chaos to the ground. Well that’s how I tell the story.
I guess with a lot of things, it takes small steps to make a big difference.