If you are like me, back in May, you probably made several sweeping statements about this summer. Here are some of the things that I was sure I’d get done:
- Appointments for my dermatologist, ophthalmologist, and dentist.
- My deck pressure washed and stained.
- Carpet cleaning.
- An unspecified number of articles, essays, and stories submitted.
Well, there’s more, but you get the picture.
At this point, I am probably at .003% completion level.
So if you are like me, let me go ahead and give you the bad news. Summer is more than half over. In just three weeks, the summer term will finish. In a little over a month, we’ll be starting fall semester.
You still have time to get those summer goals completed. But the time to start is NOW.
So excuse me while I get on the phone and make some appointments.
Last week, I received a message to call someone. My reaction was immediate and extreme. I became quite upset, sure that something bad was going to happen. My heart raced. My stomach churned. I was sure that the day could not end in anything other than disaster.
Why was I so sure of this? Well, it had happened once before, and my gut told me that this had to be round two.
So how did it end? It took one visit and one phone call to solve the issue, and all was well. The entire disaster had occurred only in my mind.
We tell each other to trust our gut, and we recount the times that intuition saved us from some horrible fate. But what we forget are the times our gut is just plain wrong. Mainly because it’s part of us, with all our prejudices, wrong ideas, and impulses. Our gut often simply confirms our biases.
Maybe a better thing saying might be “Listen to your gut after giving it a thorough questioning.”
Unfortunately, that doesn’t fit neatly on a t-shirt.
There is no doubt that America means many different things to different people. I was brought up in a “love it or leave it” town, during the Vietnam War. But as I grew up, I realized that I was more the “love it and improve it” type. Probably the reason I’ve spent my entire career in education.
I read this story when I was a kid. And it has stayed with me all these years. If anyone asked me what America means to me, I can give no better answer than “Yes, Your Honesty” by George and Helen Papashvily.