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Righting Ourselves

Righting Ourselves

Self-Rescue

“You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water. Don’t let yourself indulge in vain wishes.” 
— Laurence J. Peter

Much of how we respond to a problem depends on how we see it. Of course, recognizing a problem's existence before we respond it is key.  And knowing how to correct something gone awry is then as vital as how fast it can be changed.  However, sometimes it isn't a "fix" we need, but the proper response to a situation.

I'm not referring to benign situations like getting up from your seat at a Denny's Restaurant to pig-out at the All-You-Can-Eat breakfast buffet table.  Or when you are thirsty, lifting your backside off your favorite leather Lazy-Boy recliner to grab a cold Bud from the fridge.  I'm referring to "do or die" situations - those challenges requiring a quick response. Times when no one else is around. There is no other choice but to rescue yourself....Whatever the game, it may be over if you fail to take proper measures.

Of course, most of us face circumstances in life when and where timing, quick reflexes, strength or adrenaline do the trick.  But coming to one's own rescue suggests avert some level of distress. This semi-heroic personal act often gets us back in the proverbial race if we responded with know-how in a timely fashion. Whether it is called fixing a problem, resolving a situation, coming to the rescue, saving the day, taking matters into your own hands, it's rescuing your own fair damsel in distress...YOU!

Any relevant topic I write about feels worth my time and energy.  Usually when an idea first becomes my thoughts, I only write it down to expand upon it at a later date. After hours of writing, I usually notice my ideas gravitate toward certain themes. Frequently when I publish a post, I realize a topic or theme has reappeared in real life.  When I discover how my energy has moved me to write about a certain topic more frequently and deeply than other subjects, the topic frequently writes itself.  

I occasionally catch myself having either included or excluded writing about myself.  To be honest, I actually don't like to insert something about myself into my writing, but I know the human interest story makes for more interesting copy.  Certainly more interesting than some bland, mundane topic where I simply observe, comment and draw some unique conclusion. But life isn't really real for me when I look outside myself, watch ideas or topics pass by and then simply blog about them.  Then I feel I am being too impersonal and distant. And I don't like that feeling. I like to relate to the human condition and the topics that tip me over and help me right myself.

When one of my blog posts seemingly writes itself, I sometimes feel as if it isn't a part of me. An idea is simply using me as a portal to express itself through me. But then reality kicks me and reminds me my writing is part of who I am.  It somehow means something more to me.  To some degree it reveals to a few other readers and to me a glimpse into either who I was or am now.  I show a wee bit about how I think, feel, react and respond to life. I show myself in a mirror of sorts for anyone to see. Some of iwhat I see enables me to understand myself more clearly.  I guess to another degree my sharing also discloses my desire to be known.  Even my most impersonal pragmatic posts say something about me. 

But that is a minor issue in the scheme of things. Nothing about my writing is urgent or racing to a finish line.  I am not in some race against time or competitors. And I can make the change at my leisure. No need to fix it until I know it is ready.  But I realize I am the only one who can save my day. I'm the only one who can show what I am made of and prove my mettle. So in some

 ways, my writing rescues me. In all ways and always, I am the only one who can right my writing.

Chuck NolandWe both had done the math. Kelly added it all up and... knew she had to let me go. I added it up, and knew that I had... lost her. 'cos I was never gonna get off that island. I was gonna die there, totally alone. I was gonna get sick, or get injured or something. The only choice I had, the only thing I could control was when, and how, and where it was going to happen. So... I made a rope and I went up to the summit, to hang myself. I had to test it, you know? Of course. You know me. And the weight of the log, snapped the limb of the tree, so I-I, I couldn't even kill myself the way I wanted to. I had power over *nothing*. And that's when this feeling came over me like a warm blanket. I knew, somehow, that I had to stay alive. Somehow. I had to keep breathing. Even though there was no reason to hope. And all my logic said that I would never see this place again. So that's what I did. I stayed alive. I kept breathing. And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail. And now, here I am. I'm back. In Memphis, talking to you. I have ice in my glass... And I've lost her all over again. I'm so sad that I don't have Kelly. But I'm so grateful that she was with me on that island. And I know what I have to do now. I gotta keep breathing. Because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring?

Sometimes we have to realize we have to let go.

Some authors portray fictional characters believing they could replay their past.

Replay / Rewind?

Boy, don't most of us wish we could have a second chance at some event in our past? If we could only replay time just before we capsized,  just before we fell overboard, just before we fell in love or just before an accident. If we could just "do over", "take back" or "make-up" for a blunder, life would be so different. Of course, it isn't possible.   

  • No one can turn back the clock. 
  • No one can a push replay button on their life. 
  • No one gets a second chance at a first impression. 
  • No one lives a GroundHog Day existence where you repeat it until one gets it right. 
  • No one gets a second life to correct all his or her mistakes.

The one opportunity we have to rescue ourselves makes our choices that much more important. As I have heard some say, without that one chance we humans would not value life so much. That is why we rescue ourselves or we lose. We know we only have that one chance to get it right. We can't restart our race so we don't tip over this time.

Racing a 12 Metre

Racing a 12 Metre

Two Red Lines

Two Red Lines