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Shot Of The Day


Hello. My name is Kat. And I am a recovering procrastinator. There, I’ve admitted it. Which, “they” say is the beginning of healing. Don’t worry, I won’t go into the gory details of my disease. For that painful experience, you are welcome to listen to the audio version at The Race of Your Life, January 31 Sermon. Today I want to talk about how frustrating it is for a recovering procrastinator to be totally committed to beating her disease and then being hijacked in the process. You see, procrastinators need lists. We need to face the reality of the deadlines before us, to prioritize them and then to attack them with gusto. So I bound out of bed this morning, ready to face the day, and I throw a load of towels and jeans in the washer. I’m soooooo proud of the start I have had on the day. It’s not even 7 am and I’ve already checked laundry off my list. Well, the wash part anyway. I’m totally energized until I smell a burning odor. It’s my washer. It has decided to die. Today. I don’t have time for it to die today. I have too much to do. Getting a repair man or buying a new washer isn’t on my list. And it won’t fit on my list for weeks if I actually do everything on my list. Everything in me wants to tell it to shape up or lift the lid and find a giant on/off switch that will fix the problem, but there isn’t one and it doesn’t have ears. I don’t care at this point. I tell it to shape up anyway, kick it, push a few buttons… but it sits there full of suds and water with the heaviest items of clothing I own. I imagine squeezing them out and dripping them across my living room onto my patio to hang dry. This gives me a sudden urge to take the machine apart and replace a belt or a screw, but unless the entire motor is missing, I won’t have any idea what’s wrong. I think back a few months when the washer’s spouse died — the dryer — and the fleeting thought I had to just replace them both at the same time. You know how it goes, elderly spouses rarely last a year after the death of a mate. Who knew that the principle applied to appliances as well as people? I was so proud of myself for being such a good steward of our goods when I kept the old washer. Now I feel like its hostage. My day has been hijacked by a Whirlpool. I feel totally undone. Really. I know there will be redemption in this. The repair man will have a story I need to hear. The salesman will need a commission or he’ll lose his job. Something? Anything? It WILL BE redeemed. So I decide to redeem it by writing this Shot of the Day. As I ponder the picture that will fit the story [my stock does not include any images of my beloved washer], the picture of this woman in Israel doing laundry by hand came flooding into my mind. Ouch, I thought. I have a washer. OK, a broken washer. But I have the ability to buy a new one or have the old one fixed. I don’t stand on my 4th floor balcony and line it with linens a few times a week in 100 degree weather. Come to think of it, I have a maid who loads my washing machine for me on Thursdays. Was my heroic act of laundry just another way to procrastinate on things that I really have to do? Was it just another act of productive procrastination, like writing this piece rather than moving on with the repair? My face is red now. Redemption, for sure! Perhaps being hijacked is critical to our survival. Our humility. To remind us that we have clay feet, aren’t in charge here and need more in life than achievement or marking checks on our growing lists. It is the hijacked moments that make us pause, feel grateful or take a scan of the landscape of life. Connect with people. So, that’s my confession today. I’m gratefully hijacked by my Whirlpool and off for more redemption — at Brandsmart!

Posted: 18 February 2010