Adaptability

Being creatures of habit, most of us do not like to be re-routed. I am typing this in a Word document as I wait for a representative from the cable company that supplies our internet services. I will write now and paste it into my blog when a connection is re-established and I can get on-line once more.

Earlier in the day as I was returning home from a funeral, Bonnie told me on the phone that there were terrible storms in our area. In addition, there had been a bad accident at an intersection through which I normally pass. While it was inconvenient to go out of my way, I felt that I had little choice in light of my wife’s information. I eventually got home, somewhat surprised that the time was not that much different from what I had expected. In fact, the mileage was actually less by taking the less desired route.

“We are experiencing unusually high call volumes. Please continue to hold for the next representative.”

Familiar words are not always the words that we want to hear. They are often words over which we have little if any control. I want to post this blog, but I can’t connect to the internet.

As I ponder this dilemma (not really one, but it sounds more dramatic), I realize that the worst case scenario is that I won’t be able to post this blog. So what? I am not even sure if anyone is reading it. I write because I need to write, and because it allows me to process my day in a journal style article. For the first time in a long time I am writing because I want to write, and not because I have to. Preparing sermons, meeting deadlines for newsletter articles, meeting church grant deadlines . . . these days are gone. I am writing for the sheer joy of writing, and not for any other reason.

Writing demands being adaptable in much the same way as living demands the same. Far too many of us either refuse or became stubborn, and get left waiting at the station. If having to wait a day means posting this rambling tomorrow, so be it. I will not lose sleep over it, or even give it a second thought.

“May I help you?”

What a wonderful combination of words. Someone more expert than me can now address my disconnect problem. Surprisingly, it really wasn’t that long a wait after all.