Thursday, 1 December 2011

Ten past eight is too early to sigh...

I got some great advice from a friend today.  We'd both been at work for a while, but connected around 8:10 am.  I looked up and sighed, and she said "Come on, it is way to early in the day to start sighing!"

I started to recount all of the reasons for me sighing, but she was right.

I was thinking about the a challenging conversation from the day before, and two new ones that I expected today.  I was thinking about yesterday's expensive repair bill on my new truck, the work that needed to be done to re-arrange our Cub Scout evening for next week, and having to travel out of town twice on the upcoming weekend while still finding time to go and cut down our Christmas tree.

And, she was right.

These were all things that I didn't need to be worrying about.  Half had happened already, and the other half would happen whether I wanted them to or not.  The challenge from yesterday was predicted, unavoidable and over.  The truck bill was of my creation, and--really--I was just happy to have it back after 10 days.  The Cub Scout meeting, well, they always work out and we have 7 leaders to share the load.  And the first of the challenging conversations happened today, and--if I am honest with myself--went very well.  I should have predicted that based on past conversations.  As for this weekend?  Yes, we were traveling out of town, but 1 hour on Saturday and 30 minutes on Sunday.  Both are for family birthdays, and both will be a lot of fun.  Almost as much fun as bundling the kids up into the car and driving up the mountain with permit and saw in hand as we search for the perfect Christmas tree.

She was right, and I thanked her.

And, then I went into an assembly with the students and watched a wonderful performance from a traveling groups that had us on their tour calendar.

And, I had a great time.

And, my day needn't have started off with a sigh.

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