mama said there’ll be days like this
I’ve loved that phrase since first hearing it, years ago, from a mentor decades my senior. In short, he was telling me that if I wanted to live long and prosper in communications, I’d best get over my whining about the lack of a linear process. When you’re writing about changing ideas and actions, why would you expect the telling to go smoothly? His parting advice (paraphrased)? Learn to stay flexible, write fast and grovel gracefully.
That generally describes my work week that was. But I’m sitting here this early Saturday morning pretty darn satisfied with what a team of people under considerable stress accomplished. There were no tantrums. No ego trips. Just chipping away at the questions and tracking emails to make certain answers arrived. Together, we’re setting some pretty sweet change in motion. One day at a time.
But at this point in my life, even that “one day” thinking comes with a flip side. I have some dear friends, right now, who are facing far different days, and my heart and energy go out to them. (You know who you are…consider yourselves hugged.) The challenges that were mine yesterday and the few days before were of the simple, definable, manageable variety. Just herding cats.
So, along with a nice glass of appropriately named 😉 wine last night came this morning’s search for a poem I came upon years ago and still find meaningful. Here’s to our remembering the difference in our days.
Prayer for a Normal DayNormal day,let me be aware of the treasure you are.Let me learn from you, love you,bless you before you depart.Let me not pass by in questof some rare and perfect tomorrow.Let me hold you while I may,for it may not always be so.One day I shall dig my nails into the earth,or bury my face in the pillow,or stretch myself taut,or raise my hands to the sky and want,more than all the world, your return.~Mary Jean Iron