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Perspective: Power Over Fear


My perspective so needed enlarged.  Who knew that an evening ending with a movie with my youngest would be just the ticket!  He is stuck home with me to hold down the fort while my husband and middle son are away for the weekend. 

We hung out at the horses brushing off stubborn winter coats.  While wandering around I found a treasure that I had walked by a million times...an old chicken feeder that will become a planter!  Then we wondered around Pamida and grabbed a Subway. 

 Flipping through the channels, my gentleman son picked, "Soul Surfer" over an action one.   So thoughtful!

One theme weaving its way through the story was that of standing back to get perspective.  Sometimes we get so close to our problems and lives that we lose sight of reality and miss the joy and the beauty. 

As this young girl fights back after being attacked by a shark-she has to overcome fear and gain a new perspective.

At one point, I remembered the piece of paper on the kitchen table with numbers and scratches representing college expenses and humbly confronted the realized level of anxiety and fear I've been carrying.

The fretting and stewing over graduation and if everything will get done became even more silly as the movie progressed.  

And who needs license and registration for this new vehicle coming home on Sunday?  O.k. I will have to get that done.


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