As usual, before I could even back out of my driveway, I was late. After packing my lunch, locking doors and unplugging unneeded appliances, I was left with a little over five minutes to get to work. Now, I know that with enough speed, anything is possible but, one cannot rely on reckless driving alone.
Three minutes into my journey, I had had the misfortune of following a driver who was obviously not in any hurry, and had been met with the first of 5 possible red lights. Clearly, I needed to do some maneuvering. The second the light changed in our favor, I threw my left signal on and proceeded to move into the passing lane. Much to my surprise, however, there was a blue scion already in that spot and I had nearly run them into oncoming traffic. Whoa! There could be a lesson in this somewhere.
Feeling a little shaken and quite a bit ashamed, I accepted the inevitability of walking into the office late. I decided to keep my position behind “Mr. No-hurry” and use that time to open myself up to whatever lesson God had in store.
Getting comfortable, since it looked like I could be driving for awhile, I rolled the
passenger-side window down to get a little fresh air. A vigorous wind was already hard at work forcing heavy, gray clouds into a close huddle and instantly greeted me with the aroma of salty ocean water, wild flowers and fresh-cut grass. Pleasant childhood memories began drifting into my thoughts,brought on by the fabulous breeze running through my hair and caressing my cheek. Serenading birds chirped their beautiful song as they readied their homes and their families for the approaching rain.
Now, I ask you, when is the last time you rolled into work feeling as though you had just left a magnificent Sunday church service, or had a full body spa treatment? I work for one of the most miserable men ever to walk this earth so, I do not often smile when walking into my daily prison but, this day, I was beaming. It was as if God himself had placed a big, wet kiss on my cheek and with its power, I could jump any hurdle placed in my path.
Before I allowed myself to sit back and enjoy the miracles waiting for me day after day, I spent almost every morning rushing out of the house and weaving in and out of traffic just to appear diligent and responsible. I needed to feel that I was an important part of a company that, let’s face it, really doesn’t care.
Don’t get me wrong. Having a job and providing for the needs of your family is very high up on my list of important things. But, when the job becomes all you can think about and you’re rushing your kids out of the house without any meaningful communication, that’s when you have to ask yourself…
What good is making a living, if you won’t allow yourself to live?