Do You Have Hurricane Sandy Syndrome

by P. Braithwaite

There’s a hurricane happening outside my window. My little friend the pear tree is blowing frantically and power chords are shaking in a pretty aggressive way. I’ve never experienced a hurricane alone before, and — Actually, I don’t think it’s a hurricane yet? I think, right now, there’s a storm outside of my window. It’s not bad yet…

But I can’t look away.

There are other places in my life where I have, what we’ll call, Hurricane Sandy Syndrome. HSS is my addiction to being afraid. My addiction to staring out at the unpleasant picture in fear of what is next. Don’t get me wrong, hurricanes are serious business, and my heart goes out to those dealing with the wrath of Sandy. That said, my fear does nothing for those in real danger, and quite frankly, I’m safe for now. I have food and flashlights and water and good sense. I should be focusing on abundance not fear. I should be grateful for my electricity and Oreo cookies, because the picture I’m staring at, isn’t quite accurate…but the fear would make me think it is. But it’s not.

So, as I stare out the window in fear and awe, I have to ask myself where else am I looking out in fear? Am I seeing devastation in my relationships? Am I imagining catastrophe in my employment situation? In my own mental faculties?

While preparation is always smart, it is foolish to fixate on a crisis that hasn’t occurred yet? Why cower in fear when I have everything I need to survive.

I don’t know about you guys, but I think it’s time to close my blinds. Be safe all…be well.