How Many Bumps
Will You Have Today?
“We can’t have a
crisis tomorrow. My schedule is already
full.” – Henry Kissinger
We
expect so much. We expect our hours and days to run smoothly, when indeed we
know better.
I
call it the “Theory of Six Bumps,” and it’s a simple premise: each day will
surprise us with six bumps, that is, events that we don’t anticipate but must
deal with nonetheless. The dog gets sick and does her business on the carpet
(bump #1) . . . a friend desperately needs a ride to drop off his car (bump #2)
. . . on our way to the office, we realize that we forgot one critical piece
for the afternoon meeting (bump #3).
Bumps,
of course, come in all shapes and sizes (misplaced keys, traffic at a
standstill on 526), and if we’re lucky, most bumps will be insignificant.
Certain ones will take over our lives for a stretch (e.g., sickness and
weather-related tragedies), but the true casualty is our dream for a bump-free
day. Perhaps it’s time to revise that dream. Instead of anticipating a day free
of mishaps (hope springs eternal), embrace the notion that, each day, they’ll
be six bumps (some more demanding than others).
Rest assured, they’re coming.
Some
time ago I shared the Theory of Six Bumps with my sister, and less than 48
hours later she called and reported, “Well, I’ve already had my six bumps
today.” It was 10:30 in the morning (ouch!). As best I can recall, the bumps
involved a parking ticket, a broken coffee pot and a computer glitch, a
challenging mix if you asked me. I immediately thought to myself, then shared
with my sister: “Well, it looks like you’re clear for the rest of the day.”
Fortunately she laughed, then recounted the frustrating details of her morning.
Some
days I give voice to my bumps. Rushing to a morning meeting, I spot a traffic
jam up ahead. Inside I’m thinking: “Bump #1”. Hours later, on the checkout
line, I discover that I don’t have my credit card (bump #2) because I gave it
to my daughter (an altogether different kind of bump). Once home, I realize
that I’ve neglected to shut off the outside water valve and discover that the
water line has burst (bump #3, and a sizable one at that).
Of
late, one particular bump stands out: it was Saturday morning, nearing 9:30am,
when Roe and I heard a strange noise emanating from the air vent. Within minutes we realized that an animal was
trapped in the duct system and as my frustration began to mount, that THIS
Saturday was about to disappear, I smiled to myself and said aloud: “Ah, bump
#1.” Six hours later the problem was
resolved (we’ll call this a “multi-hour bump”). And while frustration was still
a part of my profile, the recognition helped immensely.
Might
a bump-free day lie in your future? Not
likely. So just sit back and relax – and count ‘em if you wish. But know this – the bumps will arrive again
tomorrow . . . and the day after that.
Embrace
’em. It’ll make life a heckuva lot
easier.
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