My husband and I are watching the Patriots beating the Steelers 24-10 at halftime. This has been such a comfortable game compared to the last few weeks when we sat here watching Tom throw and ball after ball get dropped. Games were lost and won with much anxiety and frustration. Not so today. Today Tom has all his receivers back from injury and has hit his mark traveling 77 yards down the field in 1:45. This is the old Patriot way.
I turned to my husband and said, “It looks like the Patriots have regained control. They’re not throwing and running helter-skelter. This game feels like the old Patriots marching down the field, calculated and executing accurately.” He agreed.
I feel that way too. I finally feel back in control of my life. I go to bed and wake up peaceful for the first time in three years. Like the Pats, I’m calculating and executing, with confidence, the things I’d like to have in my life instead of just taking shots in the dark and seeing where they land when it gets light.
Tom got his receivers back and God let me have my brain back. We can both pick and choose our targets with confidence, instead of hap-hazard anxiety. Tom focuses on the win, I focus on God, and we both score. Tom can now choose between Gronk, Amendola, and Edelman. I find myself choosing to keep this and that in my life, while discarding things that no longer fit.
And so, as another day goes by, Pats won 55-31, and…I have written.
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