"Don't let this hang over you like the sword of Damocles."

"How are you adjusting?" my second-line supervisor wrote in her e-mail that day.  What a tough question!  I was still reeling over a directed reassignment that I didn't understand. I finally wrote back that I felt like my world had been "turned upside down."  I referenced a book my grandmother gave me when I was a child, which told the story of an imaginery place called "Upsy Downsy Land" where people walked on the ceiling instead of the floor.

A few hours later she replied saying, "Don't let this hang over you like the sword of Damocles."  What did that mean?  I'd never heard of the sword of Damocles.  So, I went to my Internet browser and entered the phrase. 

I found out that Damocles was a Greek story about young courtier in a King's court. He saw all the King's wealth and prestige and wanted it for himself.  The King knew the young man's desires because Damocles would ask him day after day if he could be King for a day.  The King finally granted Damocles' request.   When that day dawned Damocles was met by the King's servants who dressed him in the King's fine clothes, escorted him to the King's throne, served him the best food, and provided entertainment to please him  It was everything Damocles had dreamed it would be and more.  Except, something was bothering Damocles.  It took him a while to pinpoint what it was, but eventually, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something hanging over his head.  Upon closer inspection he noticed that it was a sharp sword hanging from a very thin thread.  He could see that if the thread broke, he could not avoid being seriously hurt or killed. Suddenly he could no longer enjoy the pleasures around him as the anxiety in his heart rose and sprang into full-fledged fear.  He could not wait for the end of the day to come, so he could get out from under that sword and go back to his comparatively safe existence as courtier.  When the time to leave finally came, the King met him as he was leaving and asked how he felt about his day in the King's court.  Damocles admitted that he was glad that the day was over, and asked the King about the sword that made him feel so uncomfortable.  The King explained that He had many enemies, so his life was always in danger.  The sword was the King's way of showing Damocles the truth about his life as the King.

At first I didn't know what this story had to do with me and my directed reassignment, but I thought about it over the following days and weeks.  Eventually it dawned on me that the sword of Damocles in my life was the fear and dread that was holding me back.  I didn't understand why I was forced to move to a new position and, as a result, I was trapped in the past expecting the worst.  I was letting my fears control me, instead of  looking for the best.  I needed to change my perspective.  A phrase from a old hymn came to mind.  "Count your many blessings, name them one by one."  What were my blessings?  I sat down a listed every positive thing I could think of about the move.  Things like reduced stress, meeting my fiance, and keeping my pay grade.  Maybe the move wasn't such a bad thing after all!