Day 91 - Nothing But a Dog
The day started with the Portland Leadership Forum monthly meeting. Cleon Cox presented.
He began with a story (that I will have to paraphrase) about two old men driving a pickup truck down a rural side road approaching a highway. The driver asked his companion if he saw anything on the highway coming toward the intersection.
“Nothin’ but a dog.”
With that, the driver didn’t even slow down as he entered the intersection, whereupon he was broadsided by a bus.
After his crumpled vehicle came to rest and establishing that both men had survived, the driver said to his companion, “I thought you said you saw nothing but a dog!”
“That’s right. It was a Greyhound.”
This would be a fair analogy of my life of late. I am way too busy. I am rushing down this rural side road (that seemingly leads nowhere), and suddenly I’m broadsided by something “important” that I have to do. It may be meeting someone for a networking coffee date, or rushing to one part of town or another for a meeting; it may be meeting four new contacts in one day; it may be facilitating a meeting, or (preferably) going to an interview. By the end of the day, I feel as if I’ve been run over by a bus. The problem is I have little or nothing to show for my efforts. And I am what gets crumpled.
(...I used to think I had too many meetings when I was employed....)
So this is supposed to be a gratitude blog. What can I be grateful for as I think about the Greyhound as it approaches at breakneck speed?
That every time I get run over, there is a moment of quiet. The crumpled vehicle comes to rest. I get a moment - on occasion - to breathe. I catch myself sighing from time to time, and realize I’m not breathing. So I take a few deep breaths, and feel better.
I am grateful for those moments of peace.