Typing a blog while sitting out on the deck feels fantastic! After second winter I’m trying to soak in as much time outside as possible. When I went to grab my laptop I realized this would be the perfect day to write it out on the deck. There are birds singing all around me, two happy dogs chilling in our yard and a cute girl refilling the bird feeder (Becky). I can feel my blood pressure drop as I type. Ahh… Now as I am relaxed I’m noticing how badly we need to re-finish the deck and power wash the house… maybe some weekend when we have free time 😉
Today’s been a very busy day with several successes and a couple of huge curveballs. Looking back I am very thankful for the successes, they’re the easy things to be thankful for. The curveballs are a little more difficult to be thankful for, but when I really dig deep I am thankful them. They weren’t exactly what I ever would’ve wanted to happen, but now that they have I’m doing my best to look at how they can be a positive impact in my life’s journey. In each of them I’ve learned something about myself and I’ve found ways to stay positive and upbeat. One of them just happened and I’m thankful for remembering to pause and breathe.
There were some tools and finishing supplies I had in the house to work on one of the boxes I just made. This morning before work I’d taken some time to apply the finishing wax and started getting it buffed out. This evening I thought it best to put the box and all my supplies away in the workshop.
Not thinking it all the way through I piled up all of the supplies and the box into my arms and made one trip upstairs. As I was putting things away the box slipped out of my hands and silhouetted against the wall in all of its newly polished glory, the sunlight glittering off of it as it tumbled through the air. I made a dive for it and almost caught it, but I couldn’t quite get a grip and it tumbled in a new direction. Again I lunged for it and only managed to change its direction. The last stab caused it to move yet again. With a loud crack it split into a couple of pieces. I stood there for a moment and just stared at it on the floor.
As I looked at it I realized I should have been more careful. Before I could get mad at myself I took a deep breath. I remembered a story Dad once told me of when he was a small boy and earned something like a nickel or a dime for doing hard work for someone. He was so pumped to buy a bottle of soda and was smiling from ear to ear as he walked out of the store with it… until he tripped and dropped it… and his hard work lay seeping into the cracks in the concrete sidewalk. As he told me the story I could still see the look of a small boy losing something precious, but he said all he could do was take a deep breath and move on. Getting mad or angry wasn’t going to do any good.
In that moment as I looked forlornly at my broken creation I also remembered when my dad picked up a cake from the store to surprise my mom. It was in the shape of a cabin or something like that and was pretty cool. It was winter time and as we walked from the store to the truck he slipped and it fell to the ground. It stayed closed, but the cabin was pretty much smooshed. I remember that same sad look on his face when it happened and he just stared at it for a moment. Then he took a deep breath, put on a smile, and tried to make the best of it. Dad was obviously disappointed, but he knew that getting mad wasn’t going to do him any good.
So there I am staring at something I’ve put a lot of myself into, broken on the floor. Thinking of those moments with Dad I somehow managed to put on a smile. It was done, it had happened, there was nothing I could do about it. It sucks that it’s broken, but there’s nothing I can do about it now except move on. No point in beating myself up over it, being disappointed won’t fix it, and frustration is wasted energy.
I’m going to do my best to glue it back together and save it. It will be a great way for me to remember to stop and breathe when something happens. Who knows, it may even become a story my boys remember when they run into something similar. With that possibility in mind, I’m thankful for that curveball. It sure wasn’t the way this play was drawn up, but I am going to make the best of it… Just like the other curveballs today.