Ever have “One of Those Weeks?”
Perhaps it was one in which you took advantage of a lull at work to do a bit of computer housekeeping.
Perhaps it was the next day you discovered that prior to the computer housecleaning, you had inadvertently moved five important files to the recycle bin (before running both disk cleanups and defrags).
Perhaps in the midst of reeling from your error, you were tossed a lifeline, in the form of tales of Supertechies, those Amazing Nerds, Geeks, and All-Things-Computer who perform magic in the realm of data salvage.
Perhaps, even though the Supertechies were the best in the field (some might say the industry), you discovered yours was a special talent for destruction, such that what the Supertechies salvaged wasn’t worth their efforts.
Perhaps that week your Old Demons of Doubt — insecurity, anger, self-loathing, self-recrimination — come out of hiding to torment you.
Perhaps, even though your Voice of Reason reminded you that by virtue of your birth, you were indeed human (with mistakes being a very human trait), and you really wanted to believe it, deep down where it counted, you feared the Old Demons were right.
Perhaps toward the end of that week you walked into a cat rescue thrift store which reminded you of your recently departed feline friend who used to comfort you during Those Weeks. Perhaps you were feeling sorry for yourself because you feared acquiring a cat now that you had joined the ranks of apartment dwellers, unwise.
Perhaps you were told of a cat named Kris who’d lost his mistress less than two weeks prior and had been taken in by her daughter until his new adoptive mistress could get him. Perhaps by the time his new mistress arrived, Kris was so traumatized from being around dogs and cats for the first time he lashed out, causing her to take offense and renege.
Perhaps a cat rescue volunteer took Kris home, but alas she too had cats and dogs.
Perhaps he had stopped eating, drinking, or allowing anyone to touch him because he was mourning and scared by all the changes he didn’t understand.
Perhaps Kris needed a quiet place to be and time to heal before being placed for adoption.
Perhaps, you who were still mourning the loss of your cat, heeded your Voice of Compassion’s observation your quiet apartment could offer a serene place for a sad, confused cat to mourn the loss of his mistress.
Perhaps you discovered by giving Kris a temporary home he started to heal, as did you.
Perhaps as “One of Those Weeks” finally ended, you realized the humanness which allows for mistakes, also allows for love. And love, in all its forms – be it the passionate love of lovers, the gentle love of a parent to a child, or the love of a human to an animal – is so healing, and so powerful, it quickly puts “One of Those Weeks” into perspective.
Perhaps, with time, you will see it took “One of Those Weeks” to remind you love doesn’t always require doing. Sometimes just being suffices. Being there for another, so they are not alone, be they human or other.
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