Jenga! (yes, the game)

You all know the game Jenga where you continuously pull bricks from the bottom and stack them on top hoping the tower doesn't fall as you stare at this once solid foundation now with holes in it? It starts out fun, then gets stressful, then CRASH they all come tumbling down. Each brick placement, whether or not it's yours, affects the entire tower. Just one wrong move and boom, it's over. It's a really fun game, we all wait with anticipation on the edge of our seats waiting for that one brick, then laugh when it finally falls. Everyone works together to build up the tower and start all over again. 

Kind of like life itself. The difference is that many of us do not laugh when it falls, when we fall. Yes, even some of us our at the edge of our seats anxiously waiting to fall because we know it will happen. Some of us just lay there for a while unsure of what to do eventually giving in to the disaster. Some of us have others around us that start putting the pieces back together, and some of us can even laugh it off and build the tower by ourselves. Life is full of choices, stacking up bricks, falling, then getting back up again.  

This morning I sit here staring at all my Jenga pieces, spread out around me wondering what to do next. Yes, it fell last night. Now what? The recovery side of me knows that it's okay to just breath today if that's what it takes.The not-so-recovery part of me wants to crumble into the pile and never come out. The crazy side of me wants to throw the pieces up without a solid foundation and make haphazard decisions that need to be made. The OCD part of me wants to carefully and neatly stack all of them back up in perfect form. 

My choice however is to stack one brick at a time, slowly and with a good foundation. This means that for today, that first brick is to just breath and not make any decisions. It's okay that the rest are still waiting. Let them wait and pick them one by one, slow and steady.