Thursday, March 18, 2010
Sometimes the dreaded storms that loom ahead of us turn out shockingly swift and painless.
Like the bandaid my four year-old "Winnie" refused to take off for a week because she feared the pain of removal.
Anticipated pain is like that.
Worrying over a shot that you can't even feel.
Or like me, the ninny, fainting cold
when the needle grazed my arm.
I woke up to hovering nurses.
"Is the surgery over?"
"No, Mrs. Pray, we haven't even got the IV in yet."
1: Worrying blows things out of proportion,
Turns a needle into a cactus.
A dentist's drill into a jackhammer.
A pile of laundry into a mother-eating monster.
2: Don't watch them do the needle thing.
3: I am a coward.
And then sometimes, the things we dread really are kind of dreadful, but they have to be done.
Like doing dishes and laundry,
practicing an instrument or working on revisions.
But once those tasks are faced, what rewards await!
Improving as an artist, a musician, a writer is all worth the labor, isn't it?
Maybe not the laundry/dishes/cleaning cycle, which is highly over-rated.
What do you dread?