FYI, the whole world has gone PTSD! But don’t let it scare you. It’s just God’s way of saying “Be in the moment”.
Don’t even look at the Mayan calendar. It won’t help you navigate right now as we brace for another day of PTSD “deal with it” moments and headlines.
Your own moments are one thing, but ever consider not plugging into the media for 24 hours; not clicking the link on the latest death, tragic accident or intentional international mayhem? How about a week? Or longer? Okay, probably not longer than a week. You don’t need PTSD AND media withdrawal.
Or then again maybe it’s time – time to withdraw from moments that aren’t yours – just for a while so you can regroup, refocus – and breathe.
What good are any of us to ourselves or each other if we’re on constant alert and all that’s going on in our world in this moment is a cup of coffee, or another batch of memos to write and/or read. Maybe it’s a load of laundry or cooking a meal. Okay, so maybe it’s driving somewhere which can certainly feel PTSD, but if you get where you’re going safely, why not disengage from the potential and embrace the actual of the moment you’re in?
Ever look at your moment while in that moment? Like this one. Any snipers in the room? Any signs of impending doom? Other than that pile of work someone’s bringing dangerously close to your cubicle or office? Or maybe you’re wishing you had a cubicle or office to receive work in.
Still, the sun came up, you can breathe the air, drink your coffee and consider your options for the day – even if you’re unemployed, or maybe especially if you’re unemployed. Depends on how you deal with economic adversity, which can certainly amp up feelings of PTSD, but can also provide an opportunity to reinvent yourself.
Ask any disenfranchised person what happens when everything you own is gone. It all comes down to you and being there for yourself. PTSD or no, you are all you’ve got going on in this moment. And you’re all you’ve got to get you to the next. Those of us driving or walking by the ones who live out of shopping carts and backpacks can feel more elevated by our circumstance, but the truth is these “cast off” members of society live in the now like none of us can ever achieve or even understand. They are their moment.
Maybe that’s why there are now so many among us who are right on the brink of falling into being their most elemental selves – without resources, without shelter, without pretense of superiority that having things affords. I mean, once you’re past the social angst of living out of a shopping cart with what possessions you have left, what else is there but you, God’s grace and, hopefully, the kindness of strangers.
Maybe the one percenters should take note of that. As more and more people become their most elemental selves, there’s nothing left to risk except who they are. If that’s all you’ve got, how can you not bet all you have – especially with knowing that God is watching and keeping score?
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