Life without a Garage
This morning, I was feeling rushed… frustrated that I couldn’t find car keys, frustrated trying to organize my work bag, frustrated thinking about the high volume of work waiting for me: planning committee meetings, phone messages, emails begging for thorough, intellectual responses, etc., etc. Finally, I’m ready, and set to go.
I stepped outside, truly pleased to hear birds chirping and feeling the sun rays pouring down. Oh, how quickly did I become frustrated again! I shook my head with irritation as I threw my material possessions from my hands into my car and began scrapping a thick layer of ice from the windshield, rear window, and all 4-door windows. I am positive the neighbors heard every single scrape as I scrapped up and down with fierce aggression... I can't believe I am still scrapping ice off of my car in the month of April! At that moment, my thought: I wish I had a garage. I pretended as if having a garage for my car would solve all of my problems. If only had this, if only I had that…
It took only a minute or so to complete the scrapping process, and soon enough, I was on my way. As a matter of fact, I completely forgotten about my dramatic morning ordeal within minutes and just
recalled it as I began this blog post.
The truth is drama can be funny; having a garage can make morning routines run more smoothly, and wishing for it all is not uncommon. We all do, well maybe, most of us.
YPC can use more volunteers, a bigger space, more Facebook friends, more money, a GARAGE! We’re open to improvements, but, what we have now is still pretty, darn good when we have staff who cares, board members who give, and talent that leaves the audience sitting in amazement.
Sometimes, when we don’t have the luxury of a garage, we learn to live without one. We learn to think differently, to be creative… to be resilient. Our flaws, our weakness, and our “lack of” become our
strength, our skills, and our gift.
It’s true…I’ll be okay without a garage.
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