The word resolution turns me off. It's a set up for failure in my humble opinion.
I have yet to accomplish a single New Year's Resolution - ever!
This year, I resolve to remove this rhetoric from my repertoire of self-regulatory requirements.
Instead, I will be inspired and motivated by revelations - the discovery and learning achieved exclusively through living life.
For me, revelations tend to be driven by perspective and humor. I learn way after the fact the lesson intended. At times, revelations are reminders of what I've long known but apparently forgotten.
Let's take this revelation... Be flexible and willing to change your plans. Everything will come together in due time.
I consider myself flexible by nature and necessity. The challenge for me is when I am blindsided.
In 28-years of marriage, my husband and I have collaborated on many a home improvement - some major, some minor.
While enjoying semester break, I decided to paint doors and floor molding throughout our home - which grounds me and allows me to be here and now with myself.
Repainting the doors seemed the perfect opportunity to replace our door handles with leversets, which are much easier for my wrist to navigate.
Geoff would handle the replacement and installation of the handles - seven in total- after I had painted the doors. A little touch up on my part, after he removed the old handles? This would be a piece of cake. Everything was proceeding according to plan.
Be flexible and willing to change your plans. Everything will come together in due time.
Who'd ever know (oops, ya'll do now) that we were more than several days past original estimations in handling these door handles?
Seems Geoff was trapped in the bathroom when the door slammed shut, after the handles had been removed. Andy and I eventually ... heard his calls for help. At first I thought someone was standing in front of my home heckling my name - which propelled me into 911 mode.
We tried every trick in the book (tweezers, pliers, screwdrivers of every variety)...to unlock this door - working on both sides of the door - to no avail. The pushing work essentially had to be done from my side of the door and strength is not my forte.
As Geoff was contemplating dropping out of the second floor window with a sheet and I imagined calling 911 for real, a song entered my head - only I switched up the lyrics: If I had a hammer, I'd get this man out of the bathroom...!
Peter, Paul and Mary: "If I Had a Hammer"
And that's what I did. I would have never guessed I had this brute power in me...hmmm? I guess we never know - another revelation resurging after this snafu in the best laid plans.
Geoff was no worse for the wear.
I spent the next 24-hours aching as though I had been involved in a head-on collision.
No doors were harmed in this renovation project.
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