I just woke up from a nightmare where I was lost, wandering around an unfamiliar city with two cell phones that did not belong to me and somebody else’s water bottle which looked like mine, unable to remember anything I needed to get to some place safe, and I kept saying out loud, “I don’t know what to do.”
I did know what to do. I woke up from the nightmare.
I just now got a message on this laptop that says, “Your disk is almost full.” I don’t know what to do.
I did know what to do. I deleted some stuff.
Sometimes I don’t know what to do when desperate people tell me that they don’t know what to do.
I do know what to do. I listen and let them know they are not alone.
I don’t know what to do when I’m
- angry,
- disappointed,
- lost,
- frustrated,
- hopeless,
- confused,
- desperate,
- depleted,
- alone,
- purposeless,
- mistaken, or
- in pain.
I do know what to do. I write a blog post every morning.
I don’t know what to do if none of my photos from another ordinary/extraordinary yesterday relate to today’s topic.
I don’t know what to do about finding the right video for this post.
I do know what to do. I recorded this last night:
And I do know what to do about freeing up more disk space. Now that I’ve shared that video of Oscar, Michael, me, and a musical snow globe here, I know I can delete it from my laptop.
What do you do when you don’t know what to do?
I don’t know what to do to tell you all how much you have meant to me and how much you have helped me over my almost seven full years of daily blogging. Wait, I do know what to do.
