Choice

“When you get into a tight place

and everything goes against you,

till it seems you cannot hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time the tide will turn.”

Harriet Beecher Stowe

 My morning started off as if I had entered the ring with Mike Tyson.

Bam, bam, bam.

One body blow after another.

I found myself reeling and on my way to the canvas and the first round was barely a few seconds old.

One email after another, left me rocked .

This was not how I had hoped my Monday morning would start out.

I now had a choice to make.

I could cover up and continue to let more punches rain down on me.

I could run from the barrage, if I thought that possible.

Or I could let go, take the 8 count, regroup, gather my wits about me, and then get back to do battle.

The choice was an easy one.

I was not about to let the shock and awe that I experienced so early on to dictate the rest of my day .

I have brushed my self off and weathered the initial storm.

It's not as if what I was greeted with was so overwhelming.

I guess I was just caught a little off guard.

There was no damage done.

I certainly still have all my faculties about me.

Looking back at it, it was more like getting hit with a low blow that anything else.

It kind of takes the wind out of you for a short while, but it certainly is easy enough to come back from.

After catching my breath, it's time for me to get back to Round 2!