Yesterday at work was ... a day.
The kind where you're doing your job the best you know how, all is well.
Then at 4:30 something (out of your control, you might add) goes off-kilter, so someone in position of power who likes to yell decides to yell at you and demand action, so in frustration you make snide remarks across the file cabinet at the marketing rep, who gives it back as good as (if not better than) you, and by the time everyone chills it is 5:30 and the folks at Schwab have gone home and can't solve the problem anyway, and you're going to have to deal with it in the morning because you were the one who got yelled at in the first place.
I love waking up knowing the first thing I must do is solve the issue I didn't solve yesterday. It made me not want to get out of bed. In fact, I lay there an extra 15 minutes, praying for patience.
(Really. That's exactly what I prayed for. Perhaps God listens to whiners, because I eventually pried myself off the mattress.)
It was only as I stood in the shower, staring at the tile with deadened eyes, that the revelation came:
I'm decent at my job. I've solved 100,000 problems while at it. I must have faith that I will also solve this one. Neither my co-workers nor my clients need to see my fear.
Well, that thought got me out of the shower, anyway. It did also get me into the kitchen to make coffee. And onto my bike alongside the dozens of UPS vans and MBTA buses heading full-speed into the Back Bay on East Berkeley .... another balancing act that requires some fearlessness.
And I realized I had that, too.
Let's see how these two qualities get me through this day.