I have been scattered to the four winds this week. It feels like I got up to start my day Monday and here it is Friday and I haven’t even got my shoes on yet.
Let’s see. There was a migraine, two visits from the furnace repair man. I totally forgot that the first one was scheduled. That wasn’t embarrassing. Unshowered, barely dressed. Hi. I’m unemployed. Come on in.
Bats in the bedroom. No, sadly, that’s not a euphemism. There was a bat who viewed our bedroom as his own personal aerodrome. Twice. Have you ever tried to herd a bat at 4:30 in the morning without waking up your upstairs neighbours and with no actual knowledge of the habits of bats? It gets the blood pumping, I’ll say that about it.
There was company, too. Lots and lots of company, which is always nice.
And an unplanned blog redesign, which isn’t.
I’m sure I’m forgetting things, but it’s time to get on to the lesson. Interruptions. They’re what make life happen.
People, especially small ones, are constant interrupters in the smooth flow of your day. The big ones make a good go of interrupting things, too.
If you’re in sales or hospitality, you’ve likely thought, at least once: This’d be a great business if it weren’t for the customers…
But that’s the thing. Without the interruptions of customers, you’d have no business at all. And without the daily and ongoing interruptions of the people around you, you really wouldn’t have much of a life.
Don’t you have a moment, at the end of a really amazing productive day, when you’ve accomplished everything you set out to do, where you suddenly feel a little sad, a tiny bit lonely and you wonder: where is everybody?
And if you look at it just the right way, isn’t life itself an interruption in the Whatever that we come from and to which we will return?
So this weekend, I say, celebrate your interruptions. Answer your phone, check your emails! Let the dishes pile up while you visit with an old friend, take an unscheduled nap or have a tickle fight with your child.
If the universe itself has learned to accommodate interruptions, who are we not to at least try?