As I write this the rain is pouring down outside and I can hear the sound of a thunderstorm in the distance. It’s been like this since last night. I’ve been awake since the early hours of this morning, worried about our three newborn lambs. Two are a week old, and one less than a day. At first light I donned raincoat and gumboots to check on them, and have done so another couple of times since. They are soaking wet, but at the moment seem ok. Their saving grace is that it is warm out. And I keep reminding myself that most lambs are born during the middle of winter amongst freezing temperatures and constant rain, and survive to tell the tale.
A few weekends ago I dropped my phone onto concrete and the screen smashed into tiny pieces. While it was broken I hardly used my phone. Every time I swiped or scrolled my thumb would catch on the pieces of jagged glass, and zigzagging lines broke everything I looked at up across the screen. Four days later I got it replaced. But, as happens when you get a new phone, I had to reload all my apps. And as I went to download the Instagram app I stopped, and asked myself the question … what if?
A while ago I wrote a post called Filling Our Plates. I talked about how our days were like a dinner plate. We can either balance them with a healthy portion of tasks, activities and work, or we can overload them so we struggle to get through everything. Recently I had to take a good look at my own plate, as I wanted to add something to it. The question I needed to ask myself was, can I keep it balanced or is it going to start to overflow?
I am not a fan of motivational quotes. You know the ones. You see them on Instagram and Pinterest all the time. They say things like ‘shoot for the moon, even if you miss you’ll land among the stars’. Which in itself is a ridiculous saying because stars are farther from the earth than the moon is. In fact they even farther from the earth than the sun is. So theoretically if you missed the moon, you are more likely to end up on the sun than amongst the stars, and I’m not sure that would be very pleasant considering how hot it is.
It started with McCaw having to have surgery at the end of February to remove another eight cancerous growths. Then an Instagram friend was diagnosed with stage IV cancer. Someone else had to put her dog to sleep when it was unexpectedly diagnosed with cancer. And someone else has just made the hard decision to stop the chemotherapy treatment their dog was having. Throw in my own cancer scare (I’m fine, I just need another check up in six months) and suddenly life began to feel very short and fragile.