This Halloween, instead of hiding from zombies, vampires and unknown monsters, maybe you should take a page out of our 9-year-old's book and pick something really scary... dishes!
This morning while finishing up our daily jobs, Roy (our second to youngest) took to hiding on the top bunk in our RV. His fear was doing the dishes (Dun, dun Dun!). He thought he was done with them, until two more showed up from behind a box of cereal that hadn't been put away. Now he would have to stick his hands into semi-cold dish water to finish. The horror!
It was pretty humorous, until I saw myself holding onto some of those 9-year-old fears. Suddenly, the pictures I was snapping on my phone would remind me not to hide when I have to make an adult decision. We all have that childlike part of ourselves that thinks it would be easier to hide under a blanket than face the world. Next time I want to avoid a conversation, a meeting, a bill, or an email, I'm going to take a look at this picture:
We all have to make grown up decision at one point in life. Sometimes they are big, and sometimes they are small. I remember when I was 18-years-old, it was the summer between high school graduation and leaving for an LDS mission. I had a decent job paying well above minimum wage, which I was happy about. Then I was offered a better paying job, making a third more, working with someone I knew well. It was a no-brainer. However, when it came to explaining this to my boss and quitting my current job... I froze.
I sat on the floor in my parents bedroom, next to the phone, staring at it. How was I going to make this call? What would I say to my boss? How would I explain? I'd never quit a job before. I played out the scenario in my minds-eye at least a half dozen times. I eventually made the call, said it as quickly as possible, and hung up. I'm sure I didn't even give him much of a chance to counter offer or ask for details. In hindsight even though I handled this like an "adult," I still was hiding beneath a pile of blankets. The more courageous approach would have been to talk to him in person- face to face. That was my approach at peaking my head out.
As I've continued to "grow-up" in life I've had to make more and more adult decisions. I've had to move on from jobs, classes, and relationships. I've had to ask myself hard questions and face the dishes of life. I'm still learning to lean into possibility, and discomfort. I'm still pulling myself out from under the blankets. I'm learning that somewhere inside I still have a 9-year-old who is excited, enthusiastic, and sometimes scared. When I find that 9-year-old inside, I will take him by the hand, and help him with the dishes. Because even though they might be scary- they are easier to face together.