Mar 03 2010
Vancouver Chronicles: Why Crazy Is Good
Yesterday I intended to blog, but didn’t because I was fatigued. I had just driven in from Toronto, after being in Niagara, after being in Vancouver, and I was bushed. Still am, but I’m fairly jazzed up on coffee at the moment. This is good, seeing as I have a LOT of work to catch up on.
Still, life = crazy is a normal equation for me, and for all my siblings, and thankfully for Carolyn as well. We were raised crazy. That is, our lives were never especially settled, smooth, or predictable. Our parents followed God’s call down strange and wonderful paths, made some mistakes along the way, and taught us to roll with the punches.
This really came in handy in Vancouver. When Carolyn and I landed in Abbotsford, there had been a mix-up and no one was there to pick us at the airport. We waited a few hours, but hey, no problem! I marked a lot of extra papers in the time. Our performing schedule changed daily, but that was really no biggie either. (We found it all pretty relaxing because there was always someone else telling us what to do.) Our transportation got messed up a lot, but the worst we ever had to do was wait and make a few phone calls at a pay phone.
My point is that I’m grateful for all the craziness growing up, for the training in flexibility, adaptability, and a general attitude of believing that things will work themselves out. They do. And God is still in control, so stress is ultimately pretty pointless.
Now to apply that philosophy to the home front as I catch up on work and deal with some financial snags …
I know what you mean. The other day, I was wondering how I would be able to handle the schedule changes I would have when I was a wife and mother, and then I thought: “No problem. I’m used to that, actually!”