Breaking

I was headed out the door in my usual rush to get to work, when Mr. Ginley said, "STOP!"

Exasperated, I turned and grumbled, "What?"

"Sit down for a minute," said he. "Look at the sky."

Defeated, I plopped down in a chair on the porch and did.

"Now breathe."

I did. And saw the sky for the first time that day. Big, puffy white clouds in a soothing blue sky. Just begging to be noticed.

We sat quietly for a few minutes, and I conceded he was right. I need to slow down.

Work has been crazy. Things at home have been stressing me out: new roof, new car, old car's "check engine" light. I've been thinking about getting a t-shirt that says, "Life is Relentless."

Then I looked at the sky. It's always there, in showers or sunshine.

And I started to breathe again. I glanced upward all the way to work. And I looked out my window at the office and admired its blue loveliness.

I know I need some vacation time, even if we don't go anywhere. October, maybe. When things slow to a simmer at work. Maybe take a trip on the Cuyahoga Valley Scenic Railroad. Or plan a walk through the MetroParks. A visit to the art museum. There's plenty to do in this berg.

And the whole mess will still be there when I'm done relaxing. Hopefully, being rested will help me put it all into perspective.

But, if all else fails, I know I can keep my balance by looking skyward.