We’ve been having a hard week. Or rather, month. That’s because we’re in the midst of the busy season for our home woodcraft business. All four of us have been working our buns off.
We getting ready for my annual selling trip to Portland, and we’re regularly putting in 12 to 16 hour days, building huge amounts of stock. This is in addition to farm chores, writing commitments, and household duties. I frequently set the alarm for 4 am just so I have time to do some writing and catch up on some kitchen tasks. My time is so stretched that it’s been hard to milk Polly as often as I'd like.
It’s gotten to the point where the two hours it takes to water my beloved garden has become an irksome chore rather than a relaxing undertaking. My days are sliced into precise wedges, and when inevitably those wedges get interrupted, it sends me into… well, a snit.
Such was my attitude last Tuesday when my precise wedge of time designated for watering the garden was delayed, which meant I wouldn’t be able to get the whole garden watered before I needed to leave for the city for an afternoon of errands and lessons. I was not, to put it mildly, in a good mood.
So when my dear husband (who has been putting in longer, hotter, and more difficult hours than I have) came out to the garden for a few minutes, I confessed how stressed and stretched I was feeling.
But to my surprise Don was cheerful and happy. “I was just listening to Dave Ramsey on the radio,” he told me [he listens to talk radio while in the shop]. “He was inviting people to call in who were envious of wealth. It made me realize that I’m not in the least bit envious of the rich. They might have more money than I do, but they don’t have a better wife or better children. They don’t have the landscape views we do. They can’t look out their windows and see the forest or the prairie. They don’t have the lifestyle we do.”
I took a deep, cleansing breath and realized he was SO right. My goodness, the very reason we are busy is a blessing – it means people were interested in buying our products. It means people are interested in my writing. It means the garden is thriving. It means Polly is trained and gentle and giving wonderful milk. It means we have a warm and inviting (if messy) home.
Wow. What blessings we have. How much worse would it be if we had endless time on our hands because we had no work, or no livestock, or no garden, or no writing assignments, or no money to give our girls French or music lessons in the city?
Without even meaning to, my wonderful husband managed to give me a verbal slap upside the head and remind me that our lives are rich, indeed, with blessings unmeasured. The biggest earthly blessing of all was the man standing in my garden. He is back in vibrant health after his surgery and feeling wonderful.
This is what’s known as an Attitude Adjustment. I just needed to be reminded.