MIAGD:  Finding that button

MIAGD: make it a great day

Somewhere, in my 47 years of reading about Abraham Lincoln, I remember seeing a quote where, as president, Lincoln said, “I am so tired. I wish I could find the button to relieve it.”

As I look back now, I wonder what kind of a button it was Lincoln would’ve been pushing.  Did they have buttons to operate things in the 1860s?

Right now, I’m too tired to investigate that piece of history.

For the past 11 days, I’ve been operating on minimal sleep, broadened mental capacity on never ceasing mode, folks needing things from all directions, and life changes.  The approaching new week does not appear to be much less of what I’ve known these past two weeks.  I’ve been operating with the aide of caffeine and humor, and a tremendous amount of support and love.

Right now, I’m sitting on the deck, looking up at the clock that continues to move forward. In a few hours, my Hoosier family (Mother, my brother, sister-in-law, and four of the most adorable nephews and niece in the world could ever imagine) will have arrived. 

What am I doing?

I am sipping my hot, caramel vanilla laced caffeine, having a staredown with a very defiant three hands on a face of numbers, knowing that this is not a battle I will win.

All too often, when we are exhausted on all fronts – mental, physical, emotional, and spiritual – we reach for the negative. We want to find “that button” to relieve our tiredness, freeing us from grumpiness, irritations, the ability to concentrate, and even the opportunity to enjoy life.

When we are confronting certain life situations, there’s often very little we can do to avoid fatigue. However, like 99.9% of life, we stand before the buffet of choice making.

Sometimes, we cannot avoid being tired. But, we can damn well be in control of how we utilize our tiredness.  We can elect not to be grumpy, or agitated. We can regain, and readjust our mind’s focus and concentration.

It is so easy to use “I am so tired,” as an excuse. We use it as an excuse to avoid things, to allow ourselves to swim in the grumpy pool, and to vegetate, writing the raft in a pool of unproductiveness.

We constantly surrounded by folks who cannot afford to make improper choices, and they tend to run a continued feeling-fatigued race.

Nurses

Doctors

Farmers

The President

Police officers

Fire fighters & EMTs

Teachers

Caregivers for elderly/ill

Many utilities workers, especially during storms or catastrophes

Small/private business owners

Parents (especially those with infants, multiple children, and children with various special needs)

and many more…

With the exception of the president, I know scores of folks from each of the categories I listed.  I can also personally identify at least a dozen individuals from each category. It’s these folks I never hear complain about being exhausted.

This morning, the clock’s hands have not stopped despite my glares that have demanded just a few more minutes of quiet time.  

Some folks never get to enjoy the few minutes I’ve had to relax on my deck, sipping delicious caffeinated water with all kinds of substances heaped in, listening to the swish of traffic on Shroyer Road, enjoying the visits from cardinals and mourning doves who entered the yard to serenade me, and the gentle metallic tones of the windchimes.   Of course, there wouldn’t be many people actually joining me on my deck. The closest one would probably be my beautiful next-door neighbor lady, Kay, whose TV room window parallels my deck.

Knowing exhaustion is somewhat reassuring. To me, it’s a footnote that I have been productive, that I’ve done something with my time – making the most of the time afforded me, and that I contributed something to my world.

I’m blessed with modern comforts that even my grandparents, and family generations before them, never knew. These comforts probably never entered their imaginations. But even they abandoned exhaustion pity.

As each of us launch into our day, whether energized, relaxed, or teetering on a tight rope of exhaustion, never forget to make each moment, make each day, great!

About Wright Flyer Guy

Darin is a single adoptive father, a teacher, playwright, and musical theatre director from Kettering, Ohio.
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