{"id":1323,"date":"2016-09-19T07:06:21","date_gmt":"2016-09-19T11:06:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=1323"},"modified":"2016-09-19T20:37:37","modified_gmt":"2016-09-20T00:37:37","slug":"turn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/turn\/","title":{"rendered":"Turn it Around"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"RobinGlitch<\/strong>
\nby Marika Warden<\/span><\/p>\n

I sit before a clock of time.
\nIt ticks and tocks and stops.
\nIt\u2019s broken and I can\u2019t rewind
\nMy life stands on its edge.
\nA record skips when there\u2019s a glitch
\nBut such a glitch I cannot find.<\/p>\n

My daughter\u2019s poem floated in my head. All week. It was a week of glitches. Setbacks. Malfunctions. Breakdowns. My camera was being repaired so I couldn\u2019t take photographs. My favorite bakery, where my work was to be exhibited, announced it was \u201cclosing for good,\u201d so there would be no exhibit and no more scrumptious Sixth Avenue cakes. My father\u2019s old watch, with its new battery, stopped working. Summer ended. I was left with an unidentifiable longing, an ache like erosion.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m trying to dig deep to find what is really at the bottom of this dark pit of depression. Am I missing my camera? My daughter? My father? The summer that was over before projects begun could be wrapped up? The lost opportunity to show my work in a place I loved? What\u2019s really bothering me? Because I need to turn it around. Insignificant glitch or gargantuan loss, I have to find and fix this daunting thing.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen one door closes, another opens,\u201d a friend tells me. And I\u2019m thinking I don\u2019t need to hear this for the billionth time. But I do. We all do. Because sometimes we have to remember to look for those doors. We have to recognize what is really closing as well as what may be opening. Door by door. They don\u2019t open automatically. There\u2019s usually work involved. And if we can\u2019t find the door we may need to climb through a window, perhaps a barely-recognizable window of opportunity, instead. Or we may need to get help.<\/p>\n

We can\u2019t always find and fix everything.<\/p>\n

No camera. No new photos. I opened the Photoshop program, with its seventy tools inviting infinite possibilities for control and change, and drew a blank white canvas. I checked my email, ate cake, raked pondweed, and brushed the dog. Finally I sat down, took a deep breath, and tried out some of the painting and drawing tools I\u2019d previously ignored. Having no camera was one glitch I could scratch off the list.<\/p>\n

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How do you get to the bottom of what\u2019s bothering you? What are ways to keep going when you feel crushed by setbacks and loss?<\/em><\/p>\n

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