My stress ball bear buddy died yesterday. It was terrible. One moment I’m squeezing away and the next…”pshhhhhhhh.” It was deflated, crumpled, deformed and seemingly useless. One of the things I like about my defunct bear is that it lights up. When you bang it on the desk, drop it on the floor, squeeze just right, it flashes all sorts of pretty colors. Very cool and very calming. After the shock of losing my stress buddy wore off I bopped it with my hand and it still lit up. A few minutes later it had even recovered most of its shape. So, now he sits on my desk and watches me stress squeeze other things. I can’t treat it as I once did, carelessly grasping, clenching, rough handling.

Too often there are people in our lives who we treat badly, roughly, taking out our frustration and anxieties. We might even think they can handle it until one day we watch them deflate under the pressure. If we’re fortunate the light of their spirit isn’t snuffed out and we then make the decision to continue to treat them in a hurtful, selfish way or love and cherish them as the treasured gift and bearers of light they are…

blessings,
@brianloging
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