I was out for my morning run. The sky was dark, and it smelled like rain. That seemed fitting as it matched my mood. Black clouds were rolling in both figuratively and literally.
I wasn’t in the worst of moods, but I was feeling grumbly. That consistent forty hours a week I spend outside The House on the Hill has been stressful lately, something was wrong with the clothes dryer, and I was upset that I hadn’t heard back from my producer about the TV series I created.
So I tried to run it out. When I’m upset, I pick up the pace as if to take out my frustration on the ground by pounding it a little harder with each stride.
When I run, I get lost in my thoughts. Since I’d just finished the TV series, I wasn’t able to drift off and write the next episode in my head. As a result, I was forced to ruminate on the issues that had enticed the black clouds to return and cast a shadow over me.
I finished my run in a good time. Apparently, I was more stressed than I’d realized. As I was walking down the block to cool down, a fire truck raced past me with the sirens wailing and lights flashing. Seconds later, an ambulance sped past.
Curious, I kept walking. Both vehicles had parked in front of the apartment complex at the end of my street. The paramedics were running with a stretcher to the front door. Someone came out of the building and told them they had arrived just in time.
There was no sign of a fire, so I assumed it was a medical emergency. I found myself saying a silent prayer for whoever those first responders were on their way to help.
And I realized that my problems paled in comparison to whatever was going on in that apartment complex. I could always find another job, the dryer could be fixed or replaced, and my producer will get back to me eventually.
Nothing on that list was life threatening. I was wasting valuable brain cells and precious time worrying about petty things instead of just enjoying life. I walked back to The House on the Hill and focused on what I’d just accomplished.
Another run under my belt. Ten episodes of a TV series written. A house to go back to, even if there was damp laundry waiting. A job to put food on the table, even if it did give me headaches.
I sat on the front porch and just appreciated the Spring morning. Birds were singing. My freshly mowed front lawn looked great. The skies had yet to open with rain, but I actually like a good storm so I anxiously waited for Mother Nature’s show to begin.
Shortly thereafter, a friend messaged me her thoughts on Episode Nine of my TV series. They were all positive, and I got lost in a chat about the characters, the twist and turns in the story, and the little Easter eggs I’d planted in the episode.
Before I went inside for a much needed shower, I sent a tweet out into the world…
That seemed to sum up my morning perfectly. Sometimes, life is a philosophical roller coaster, but who doesn’t enjoy a good thrill ride?
Much like my fellow Modern Philosopher Ferris Bueller, I’ve come to realize that I can’t slow down the speed of life, so I have to just stop and look at it, and then decide how to move forward with what I am able to control…