Wrestling with myself again...

Have you ever wanted to do something, and to not do it, in equal measure? It happened to me this weekend, and it is an all too familiar feeling. I wish there really were do-overs in life. I would have a lot of them.

I didn't see the Pope. I am not quite sure why I wanted to, but I did. He was staying at a seminary, on my street, 1.2 miles away!

I tied myself in knots over how to navigate closed streets, crowds of strangers, and my failure to find company. I even had a nightmare about it, complete with overwhelming obstacles and a cast of ghosts.

Now that he is gone, and the window is closed, I see that I could have, quite easily, avoided the city, put my sneakers on, and hiked over to where he was staying to get a drive-by, close-up, in-person, pontiff peek.

The experience has left me pondering my shortcomings and looking for the gift in the disappointment. I am less disappointed about not seeing this leader of another faith tradition than I am about the role of anxiety in my life.

I will remember this the next time I want to do something, and to not do it, in equal measure.

Have you ever felt that way?


(I don't know who took this picture. Sorry...)

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