Finding My Friday
How can a society that exists on instant mashed potatoes, packaged cake mixes, frozen dinners, and instant cameras teach patience to its young?
~Paul Sweeney
Life never unfolds exactly as expected. Hoping it will is only swatting at fog. Days transpire, weeks disappear, and we are often engaging our best when we simply catch up, and catch our breath. We keep our eyes fixed on what’s coming and then accept it when it does; remain thankful for all we have that works well, and arrange to change what doesn’t.
We cannot stop life from happening. It goes on every day, with or without us. It follows us everywhere, surrounding us everywhere we go, no different from the air we breathe.
We never know how that first drift will flutter the next, so it is paramount that we regard our moments as each a possible precursor to the last; forever holding our head in the now, while never forgetting to flick our eyes at the horizon and whatever prize we’ve placed beneath, while understanding that there are few things we can simply compel to happen.
When big things happen suddenly, there is often unreasonable cost attached.
Like a tsunami, or avalanche.
Life, at its best, happens bit by tiny bit.
Does the caterpillar know what he will one day be?
Probably not.
One thing Daisy’s always said, though only now am I hearing it in the way she’s always meant it: “We mustn’t ever skip our steps.”
I love our modern world, but when I can download nearly anything I’m in the mood for, and less than a decade from losing the nearly altogether, how can I remain humble while looking patience in the eye. More important, how can I teach this to my children?
There’s an order to life, and to most things we say we want and are willing to work for. Skipping even a single step, often means misunderstanding or misapplying something in the future. If we consider we’re here only once, this seems precarious and unnecessary.
My biggest one to grow on during my twenties was patience. Fortunately, life saw fit to outfit me with the ultimate foe of an impatient man: first a girl and then a boy.
I’m more patient than I used to be, but I still have a million miles to meander.
Last Friday, I was in the middle of telling Daisy about my brand new idea – the new one. This was the one that would change everything, allow us to scale our next summit, and plant a flag deep inside all future possibility. A good fifteen minutes had passed since the last idea and, since it was getting late, it was perfectly possible that a better idea would not arrive before the dawn.
“Sweetheart,” Daisy said. She put her hand on my forearm to stop me from pacing, then pulled me down on the couch beside her. “You need to find your Friday.”
This last week saw me celebrating my new life as a full time writer by piling even more onto my ridiculously heaping plate. I tackled the week as though the Romans didn’t get it done in a day by choice. There’s something to be said for working hard and using every minute, but it’s something else when your minutes are misapplied.
We will find our success. It will happen because we are willing to wake up and give our best every day, but doing my best doesn’t always mean doing my most.
I found my Friday, and fortunately, my Saturday and Sunday sailed into the sunset right behind.
Writer Dad
Sean Platt is a ghostwriter for hire, specializing in ebook design and press releases.
Namas Daisy has a lesson from the geese. Both Daves and Tara are getting fit in front of the whole internet. Check out their awesome new blog, BLOG TO FIT.
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