We all jump to conclusion sometimes.
This is just a quick reminder that you should try not to do so. If I have a mantra, it’s this:
Stop. Step away and focus.
It’s in the list of motivating things on my Not Over Till It’s Over page. If I can manage to remember to stop, step away, and focus when I’m starting to get worked up, I can usually calm down and act appropriately. For me, the problem is remembering to slow down in the first place!
Lately, my parents have been remodeling their bathroom. Their new (and expensive) faucet was supposed to show up in the mail today, (or so they thought), and my mom planned on staying home to make sure the carrier didn’t leave it on the front porch. She’s always worried about someone stealing things left on the porch, even though it’s probably never going to happen at their house. They do live on a busy street, but there isn’t all that much foot traffic going right up to their door, and I just don’t think it’s likely that something left unattended for a few minutes will vanish.
I’m knocking on wood right now, as I imagine something vanishing now that I’ve tempted fate.
Still, we needed to go work up a quick bid on a paint job at 11 this morning, so my mom came over to watch Gianna for a bit while we were gone. The kid was napping, and being as she fell down the stairs yesterday (she’s okay, luckily!), I didn’t want to wake her up to take her with. My mom was worried about the package showing up while she was gone, but she came anyway. She can’t resist baby cuteness and she always helps us out.
We ended up finishing the bid and came home to make lunch–I made crepes with sweetened cottage cheese and strawberries. It was excellent stuff, even if I do say so myself. My mom ended up staying longer than she planned, and after while, my dad called to say that he had checked his email at work. The faucet had arrived and was sitting on the porch.
So she hurried home to find an empty porch. No faucet, no package, nothing.
As I’m sure you might already have guessed, my mom thought someone had stolen it. She called my dad, told him the bad news, then called me to deliver the same. My immediate thought was that it was still out on the truck and that my dad had read it wrong. She was fairly upset since it was expensive, and here I had been pushing her to not worry and urged her to just hang around a while and eat some crepes.
And she had listened to me, the consummate non-worrier, and now look what happened.
My dad was also all worked up, she said, more disappointed than anything, and I’m sure he thought she hadn’t done her job in being home to intercept the thing before the thieves showed up. I just told her it probably hadn’t been delivered yet and to just check his email to make sure it was right.
A little while after we hung up, she called me back and said that my dad had read the email wrong. The faucet wasn’t due to show up until tomorrow!
Needless to say, she was pretty happy.
So was I since it gave me an idea for a blog post.
Don’t jump to conclusions!
And if you do, don’t make a big deal about it. Apologize (if you do like I do and attack someone), be happy, and go do something creative.
Do or do not. There is no try!