I’ve been listening to the audiobook of Glennon Doyle Melton’s Love Warrior. It’s a book about which I have a lot of conflicting emotions, and I will hold those for another time. But just last night, as I was rendering Andouille Sausage for some Fat Tuesday Gumbo, my headphones delivered a thought that has clung to me like a dryer sheet.
Glennon was describing the despair she felt in the first moments and hours and days of the devastating dissolution of her marriage. She felt paralyzed, frozen–unable to do anything, or move in any direction as she considered the unfathomable damage divorce would do: the scars her children would carry, the very implosion of her own identity and existence.
Then this whisper came back to her.
Just do the right next thing, one thing at a time.
It’s exactly what we need to remember, don’t you think, when the world becomes too much, when life overwhelms.
Just do the right next thing.
Oh, yes. I’m going to hold on to that one.
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