What Happens When the Power Fails?
Watching the Superbowl last night and seeing the lights go out in the stadium made me chuckle. It seemed to be the perfect culmination and metaphor for what has been going on with me for the past few weeks. Anyone who has followed me for a while knows that I like to keep busy. I throw myself into my projects and I don’t come up for air often times until they are overdone. Call me a work-a-holic, a control freak, or crazy, but I have a hard time just sitting back.
My tragic flaw can definitely be a good benefit. Not only do I tend to get a lot done, but sometimes it becomes an interesting conversation piece. When I was painting my house, the flooring contractor needed four rooms painted over three day period. Joe was travelling on business so when I told him I could finish it all in time, he was in disbelief. He said that the work scope was too much for one person. I told him, he had never met me. When we checked in at the end of the time and I told him everything was set, he could hardly believe it. He was convinced that someone must have come over to help. When I told him, it was just me, he said if I ever wanted to do construction, he had a crew for me.
I got it all done, but since then my power has gone out. As the home improvements came to an end, my sister came to visit from Pittsburgh. From the moment I picked her up to when I dropped her off, I was running a fever. I still tried to manage to take her around town, but after two days, my lighting system failed. I felt awful and I could barely move.
After she had left, it was move in time. Joe and I were over at the place getting last minute details taken care of on this past Friday, the day before our big move. We went to Lowe’s get a few things and all the sudden the stomach flu came over me. I thought to myself, “This had to be a passing trend, I can’t be sick for our move.”
When I woke up the next day, things were not much better, I was still sick and I spent the day in bed as Joe directed the movers. My power had definitely gone out.
So what have I learned? I have learned that I am only one person and although I like to consider myself a superhuman, my body does not. I need to enjoy the moments of darkness and not rush back to get my power restored. So as we part for the week, I invite you to reflect on your own life. Has your power gone out recently? What are you doing to restore yourself? Have a great week.