Happy New Year!
I was not up at midnight to ring in the New Year. In fact, I was probably asleep by about 10:30. I guess at 46 I am becoming an old fart. Really, though, in my defense, it has been a grueling week (where I basically only worked, ate, and slept everyday) to be followed by another one just like it, and my wife is gone and most of my children are out of the house, so what was I going to do: Stay up well past when I was sleepy, so I could toast with champagne to myself at midnight? I think not.
Now, before you feel sorry for me about being alone, don’t. My wife is in Alaska with my son and daughter-in-law for the birth of my awesome grandson, “Little Will,” who was born a couple of days ago. At 8 lbs. 13 oz., “Little Will” was not so little! I can think of no better reason for her not to be here. I just wish I could have been there too! (Refer back to grueling week and upcoming grueling week for the reason for that.)
My wife is my best buddy and has been for the almost 25 years we have known each other. I get quite lonely while she is gone, so I keep myself inordinately busy whenever she is away to make the time pass quicker. This weekend was to be a continuation of that. I have a client that has a lot of pressure washing to get done for a VIP visit this month, so I was going to get a jump on it over the weekend. The holiday is just like another day when your baby is gone, right? In fact, less people are out and in your way. A great time to catch up and/or get ahead.
Well, my plans were changed for me. Yesterday, the boiler on my hot-water pressure washer went out. No hot water=ineffective at removing grease and gum, the primary reasons for me to pressure wash for this client. I did what I knew to fix it, but it did not work. I tried to call the personal cell of the person who works on it to see if he could talk me through it, but I could not find the number. And no one is open to fix it this weekend due to the holiday; in fact, they are taking Monday off too since the holiday falls on Sunday! Hence, my plans were changed. Don’t worry: I am still going to be able to get my work done; I will just have to get a little creative over the next week.
Last night, after having dinner with my 16-year-old son (the only family member currently home), I worked some getting ready for my meeting with my CPA next week until my eyelids got heavy. Then, I went to bed.
This morning, I awoke, without my alarm, at 5:50 (I usually awake at about 4AM) and turned on my coffee pot. I felt reasonably refreshed after getting over 7 hours of sleep. I sat down in my bed to read for a few minutes while the coffee brewed. Instead, I passed back out. I re-awoke to the sound of wind chimes outside my window. It was well after 9:00!
Other than the chimes, the house was perfectly silent. I lay there, just drinking it in. You have to understand: Quiet is not a term that is common around our house. My wife and I talk a lot. We raised 4 children–none of whom were really quiet. Add to that, I am a bit ADD, and we always have multiple irons in multiple fires–there is always the pressure of the “undone.” Quiet and still are typically not a part of my life. In fact, I try to avoid it when my wife is gone because “quiet” is just another term for “lonesome.” But not so this morning.
This morning, it was like cool water to my mind–refreshing and cleansing. I did not plan or think hard about anything. I did not worry or plot or stew or feel like there was something else I should be doing. I just was. And my world was quiet. And my racing mind became still. And I breathed in the quiet and was rejuvenated.
Just before 10:00, I made one of my favorite things for breakfast–ham, smoked sausage, onions, potatoes, and peppers all sauteed together. It was tedious (and I normally CANNOT stand tedium) cutting everything to go in it, but I had my kitchen door open and could listen to the wind chimes and be still and quiet, so it did not matter. My mind was resting, and so was my body. I was at peace, so monotony did not trouble me.
I had a great breakfast with my son, Collin. He asked me a question which we discussed the entirety of our meal. I did not feel rushed while we ate, and we took time and talked. This discussion will probably be the topic of my next post.
In my quiet, I found inspiration. I wrote this rather long post–something I rarely have patience for. I hope it did not bore you. Today, I will get some things done. I will also take my son for a bike ride. And, once or twice, I will sit and breathe.
What is my point in all of this? Simply put, I think most entrepreneurs are like me, thriving in a whirlwind of activity. Drinking it in like nourishment. Eating challenge for breakfast, and loving every minute of it. Silence and quiet can be like fingernails going down a chalkboard for us. Sometimes, though, it is just what the doctor ordered. I think the Doctor ordered it for me today.
Have a great day, everybody. I will.
Mike