One of my most favorite scenes in all the movies in all the world is a bit from an old Disney flick called The Rescuers Down Under. Enjoy:
So, did you see there at the beginning how he was freeing that eagle from the trap? He had just finished climbing up an impossibly tall cliff to get to the eagle. He had expended great effort to do what he thought was the right thing. It is one of the great ironic moments in movie history when the panicked eagle knocks that hard-working and well-meaning boy right off that cliff.
But, the reality is, sometimes life is just like that.
Eventually, of course, the boy learns that the eagle is his friend and will save him and so the next time he encounters a cliff, he FLIES off with joyful abandon, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that the eagle will catch him. It becomes an adventure instead of feeling like, well, falling off a cliff. I love that moment and am sitting here all weepy just thinking about it.
But right now, looking at the next two weeks of my life, I'm at the "just been knocked off the cliff" stage of this particular scene. I had a whole series of things so carefully worked out and perfectly arranged and then WHOMP, instead of going as planned, everything has changed and I'm having a little freak-out anxiety attack as I free fall out into nothing. I hate it when I realize yet again that yes, I actually am a maniacal control freak. I'm heading straight for the ground and not sure exactly how things are going to play out and I'm feeling what I will allow myself to call a little justifiable panic.
Fortunately, I have a lot of eagles in my life. They are soaring in to the rescue even as I write this. I know that every need I have will be taken care of because it just works like that when you have friends and family like mine, but man, this free-falling thing while I come up with a whole new plan, it is not so much fun.
Check back for the flying part. I know it will come and there will be a breathlessly happy post about how awesome and fun the last two weeks were. I just have to stare at the rapidly approaching ground waiting to crush me for a little while longer.