Late for the Wedding
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.
I had carefully planned to leave the house at 8:50 am so that we could arrive at the wedding, of our two friends, well before the 10:00 am start time. However, while my wife and I were ready to go, my two lazy teenage sons were still glued to their beds.
“Get up, you have to shower now in order for us to leave on time,” said I to one son.
“It only takes me 10 minutes to take a shower,” he mumbled grumpily.
“You’re conveniently not counting the time for you to get dressed and eat breakfast,” I pointed out.
My other son, responded to me with passive-aggressive silence. He leisurely showered and dressed.
I Get Irritated
In response to the boys’ snail’s pace, I expressed my irritation by muttering snide remarks like:
“We’re going to be late.”
“We should have left 10 minutes ago, just to arrive on time.”
Or, my favorite, “I’ll wait in the car!”
I might as well as have been speaking Chinese. My comments didn’t speed them up one iota and it just made me feel agitated and hostile. My heart was racing.
I thought, what’s the point of this? I’m the only one suffering.
I Change My Approach
I’d would have preferred to arrive early to the wedding, but in truth, the fate of the free world was not hanging in the balance. It didn’t matter if we get there 10 minutes early or 10 minutes late. The wedding would still go on and we would still see it.
No amount or cajoling would speed up the boys anyway, so instead of fuming, I sat down at the computer and worked on a story I was in the process of writing. I poured my frustration and nervous energy into the story. I wrote like a man with 10,000 volts of pent up energy passing through me.
By the time the boys were ready to leave, I had completed some great work on my story and I felt utterly relaxed.
Fishing – Blessing or Curse?
I experienced a similar incident in my childhood when my dad took my mom, my brother and I camping in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. He really enjoyed fishing and thought I should too.
My dad would say, “My worst day fishing is better than my best day at work.”
Yet to me, fishing was as boring as meatloaf, and I was offended that innocent fish were being killed – unless my dad was somehow only catching the guilty ones. Nevertheless, while my dad fished, I turned my attention to nonlethal ways to enjoy nature. I hiked along the river, observed bugs and climbed rocks.
Turn frustration into creative energy.
The next time I am in an exasperating situation, I will change gears and direct my energy into creative channels.
These stories are my attempt to glean insights from the seemingly mundane incidents that occur in every day life. My plan is to capture these “eureka moments” and squeeze all the illumination and inspiration from them, before they can slip through my fingers.
Like the storytelling of Abraham Lincoln, I think one’s own personal stories can transform both the listener and the speaker.
Nov. 13, 2015. “Once Upon A Time: Inspire and engage your audience with stories.” Present Like a Pro Conference. Desert Diamond Casino. Tucson, Arizona.
Nov. 24th, 2015. “Abraham Lincoln: Stories and Humor.” Cholla High School. Tucson, Arizona.
Dec. 15, 2015, 12:40 to 1:00 pm. “Abe Lincoln: The Greatest Storytelling President.” Old Pueblo Rotary Club. Hotel Tucson. Tucson, Arizona.
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