Coping

Coping skills begin the day we first realize we have something to say about our own lives. Mom takes away our pacifier and we find our thumbs or fingers.

I hear about people who drink, or smoke, or do drugs, or eat, or drive fast cars. There are people who lose themselves in nearly every sort of thing there is and the only reason, or maybe the main reason is that it helps them get through the day.

As a child I wrote. Then I took what I wrote and hid it away where I thought no one could find it. Later on I rearranged my furniture when I couldn't rearrange my life. I still use both of those coping skills to deal with this process called living where so many things turn out to be beyond my control.

I write and rewrite the way it is in my head. I rearrange the finite things in my world to open the door for the infinite.

Change is the sister of hope and brother of possibilities. In our fragile human lives the energy to not give up and cave in is the first step towards survival.