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A Screwdriver in a World of Nails

Cloudy or not, life's views are often still beautiful.
Cloudy or not, life’s views are often still beautiful.

There is a saying, “If your only tool is a hammer, every problem looks like a nail.”  That’s a fine saying. For even a screw can pass for a nail, if one is willing and able to put in the extra effort to pound away. But what if one’s only tool is a screw driver?

As I look back on the week, I see many things which turned out well, but seemed so much harder than they should have been.  I find myself more and more having to throw effort and elbow grease at problems until they yield.  The thing is, I am not using a hammer to pound away at screws.  I’m using the handle of a screw driver as if it is a mallet, all the while ignoring the cracks and dents each nail imparts upon the handle.

Have you ever felt like you could solve problems only to find more and more problems for which you are not ideally prepared?  That has been my feeling all week long from having the wrong screws to rebuild a broken swing set to securing a computer at Miami airport only to find it could not load Adobe Connect.  I was able to solve both problems, but each took more time and effort while making me feel foolish for not anticipating the problem until it needed solving immediately.

This whole week has been exhausting and rewarding.  My work published our fourth publication of this cycle.  I went to St. Thomas and met with the Governor, and on the way back, I stopped in Miami airport to use the Ambassador’s club to participate in a webinar for the American Board of Internal Medicine.  To top it all off, I came home to family happy to see me.

I’m tired, but I still feel relevant, less isolated and more importantly, appreciated.  For a guy with a fairly aggressive MS, it reminds me how I should define my luck to appreciate what I still have. It has been a good week to remind me to use other tools as needed, and not to panic if the first tool grabbed does not work.

Not every problem is a screw.

I love talking with data driven politicians.  This week, I was lucky enough to spend time with John de Jongh, Jr., the governor of the U.S. Virgin Islands.
I love talking with data driven politicians. This week, I was lucky enough to spend time with John de Jongh, Jr., the governor of the U.S. Virgin Islands.
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“Good” Friday?

As I get older, I am becoming more and more convinced happiness and quality of life is all in the eye of the beholder.  On Friday, I had another example of just how important perspective is when it comes to looking at my day.

I was not having a “good” Friday, regardless of the Christian calendar.  The day began at 3:30 am with a tap and “Daddy, I had a night mare.”  It was the third night in a row I had this wake up call between 3:30 and 4:15.  When my alarm went off at 5:05, I slept right through it until our oldest dog’s kisses woke me.

I made it to work 30 min late after a traffic accident,  I had taken the day before off, and when I got to work I had a half dozen messages about what went wrong while I was out. It turns out there was a reporting error caught at the last possible moment before our data was finalized, but recognition of a problem is not the same as resolving it, and my boss was flying to the other side of the world the next morning needing the results ready for publication.  For added joy, I received a list of what was expected to be done for the job rotation of 2 employees, and it had to be done by close of business on Friday.  By the time I left work, I thought, “Wow, I’m not sure how I made it through today.”

Then on the way home, I got a call from J.  It seems our son started the day with his friend over “making it snow” in our basement by picking all the stuffing our of a couch cushion and throwing it in the air.  After being told in no uncertain terms what a bad idea that was by J, he and his friend went out in our backyard.  There, they proceeded to practice their taekwondo by breaking various parts of the slide and treehouse platform of the swing set.  Needless to say, it will now have to be removed before we move.  In frustration over being yelled at again in front of his friend, he kicked out a support railing on our deck.

Listening to J recount all of this, I realized no matter how much my head hurt from frustrations I had at work, I wasn’t going to place any higher than third on the worst day in the family competition.  As I sat down to dinner with K screaming her head off and J bemoaning how miserable K had been without a nap, I came to realize I might have had the best day in our household.

A couple of hours later, the kids were in bed, the dogs were walked, and I was sitting down watching some TV.  Our family still had 5 people and 5 dogs (with the possibility of the last number going mercifully down in the near future).  We still had a good safe home, and I was still going crash next to my wonderful wife.

Yes, Friday was “good” enough for me.  It’s all about perspective.  Nothing in my day had changed, but I got to realize how “bad” it really was, and it wasn’t very bad at all.  When Sat. came around I got to hear stories from J after she ran a color 5k race where she was pelted by colors.  Of course she came out of it looking great .

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