With one flick of a switch a shadow hovered over my day. The garbage disposal hummed instead of whirring as it should have. Darn it! Dirty dishes filled the sink, I was in a hurry to get out the door to a funeral, other more pressing issues awaited me. I was stuck. Recollections of a most recent $400 plumbers bill loomed ominously in my mind. I don't have time for this...yet I have no other choice. This is a problem that doesn't just disappear. One has to address it sooner or later. It will sit and wait patiently for you and outlast all of your dismissals and denials. The dishes will continue to pile no matter how much money you do or do not have to cover the cost of a plumber.
As I proceed with my day, thoughts of the malfunctioning mechanism continue to brew and bubble. Nagging thoughts invade my mind. Didn't I solve a problem like this years ago? I'm trying to focus on the people in front of me. Didn't I buy an allen wrench to loosen that gadget on the underside? I want to live in the present. Where did I put that wrench?
Back at home, I rummage through closets and cubbies. What did that thing look like? Stress is mounting. I wanted to spend my day in other ways. How big is it supposed to be? STOP IT! Stop letting this minor problem monopolize your day. I walk a mile up to the local hardware store and tap into the 30+ years of experience the gray-haired man behind the counter invested in knowing such things. I ask my question, his eyes immediately register insight, he walks briskly over to the exact tool I need and says "That'll be $1.89, please."
I feel my spirit is lighter as I stroll the mile home. I reflect on the story of the couple who distressed for two years over what they feared was a transmission going bad. The fear kept them babying the car, avoiding using their reverse and avoiding the mechanic for fear of a big bill. Instead they held their breath and nutured their angst until circumstances forced them to address the problem. The end result? "That'll be $5.00, please." A screw was loose.
My handy new wrench does the trick. With some running water and a slight twist, a jammed cherry pit is dislodged and my disposal is whirring again. I tape my new wrench to the side of the disposal. It's standing at attention, ready to rescue me the next time. There will be a next time. But I have been changed in the process. I've learned that dealing with facts is much less stressful than perseverating over possibilities. I've learned that being organized is a gift of time and energy to myself. I've learned that tapping into other people's strengths makes me stronger. I learned that sometimes the only thing that stands between me and peace of mind is just a short stroll and $1.89.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
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