You’ve probably heard the expression “in a pickle.” There are many commentaries regarding its origins, but the basic, commonly accepted meaning is “in a hard or difficult situation, in trouble, or in a quandary.” This week I found myself “in a pickle,” and I was not happy about it. In fact, angry is the better word.
On Sunday, I faced another situation with my health. It was nothing life threatening, thankfully, but inconvenient and frustrating. Especially, since I’ve had a number of health troubles for quite some time. In this case, I pulled some muscles in my ribs, which has put a sudden stop to most of my activities. Hopefully, according to the doc, this will take care of itself in less than two weeks maybe even sooner. So why was this lightheart so angry? That’s not very lightheart like.
The takeaway from this extended season of health issues has been my realization that I don’t like limits. I really don’t like the fact that my physical body has limits. While thinking about having to rest and recover once again, I began to hear the words “in a pickle.” Specifically, “What’s a lightheart to do when in a pickle?” Good question. Naturally, getting angry and frustrated is not a solution.
For some reason, I felt compelled to go to our frig and see what kind of pickles we had on hand. We’re not big pickle eaters, yet we had relish, okra pickles that my hubby said were spicy weird, sweet pickles that I love, hamburger dill chips, bread and butter pickles which are great with peas and other veggies, and dill pickle spears. I wasn’t expecting to find so many pickles. Strange. We need to eat some pickles.
Back to my question…What is a lightheart to do when in a pickle? I began to ponder a little, and ponder some more. Since I couldn’t do much else, it seemed like a good way to pass the time. None of us can avoid all of life’s difficulties, troubles, or quandaries despite the precautions we may take. I thought I was being careful, but I still injured myself. However, looking back, I can see I was pushing it a bit. I continued to push my limits when I was already hurting. I don’t like my body holding me back. I also don’t like asking and waiting on someone else to help me. Hello stubborn nature.
The truth is I’m learning to pay more attention to my limits. Obviously, I’m learning the hard way, but I’m learning. I’ve never been super strong. If I do too much, I usually pay for it. Why has this been so hard for my lightheart to accept? Then I had this crazy thought…You wouldn’t expect a butterfly to have the strength of a rhino. That’s ridiculous! Yet, this little butterfly gets angry when I can’t forge ahead like a rhino. My limits don’t make me weak. They are just the way I am designed. Butterflies aren’t weak. They are simply designed to live a lighter life. And that’s a good thing!
What about you lightheart? What do you do when you find yourself in a pickle? Do you get angry or frustrated? Or do you stop and ponder? Is there something you need to do, to change, to think about in a different way? Is there a lesson your lightheart needs to learn from this? We all want our troubles to be few, but when they do arise, there is always a takeaway if we take the time to look for it. So lighten up lightheart, and you’ll be out of that pickle before you know it! Now, excuse me, while I go eat some pickles!