Empathy

"One who gains strength by overcoming obstacles possesses the only strength which can overcome adversity."

Albert Schweitzer

 Lately I have been semi-binge watching the tv series Ozarks.

Maybe not for everyone, however, I seem to be more than just liking it.

For some reason, I find myself connecting with the lead character Marty Byrde.

Marty launders money for a Mexican drug cartel.

On what seems like a daily basis, Marty finds himself making choices all in attempt to keep his family safe and secure.

Always juts one step ahead of the next pitfall, he seems to be destined to never being able to just relax, breath and feel at ease.

Instead of feeling anxious while I watch this, I actually empathize with Marty.

It's how I feel about my life, always just 1 step away from the next pitfall.

And always trying to keep those around me out of harm's way.

It's exhausting!

Like Marty, I rarely have to look over my shoulder.

Innately I know the dangers that lurk behind me.

Not moving forward at all times will inevitably bring about unwanted consequences.

Planning and acting are the only way to stay ahead of the dangers that surely will be my demise if I don't act.

Act, not react.

Like Marty, I never seem to be able to find peace.

I suppose this should concern me.

It actually doesn't.

Mostly because I have been doing it for so long, I really don't know how to be any other way.

Comfort in being uncomfortable.

Kind of weird, but kind of me.