Who Am I?

Have you ever noticed how you can go along with your life for 50 years or so and think you have a real handle on yourself?  You know who you are.  You know you can sometimes be acutely aware, or blissfully unaware, and even sometimes in chronic despair over the way you live out your story.  But you’re you and no one knows you better than you know you. 

Have you ever had that veil lifted and had a glimpse of seeing yourself the way someone else might see you?  Have you ever felt those static brain cells get deleted as everything you understood about yourself started re-arranging itself and left you gulping -- sending oxygen to your brain as you groped for better words than, “Uuuhh, oh dear, aahhh, it’s…” to explain this new vision of yourself to you?

Well, for me it wasn’t just one big ‘Ah Ha’ moment.  I’ve been having these brain synapses since I started working with R in his (now ours) appliance repair business the last couple of months.  R has been working this business by himself for nigh on 28 years.  I have been recently sprung from the 8-5 life and the habits those 30 years of that routine that were unsuspectingly imprinted upon my numbed being are getting the jostling of their lives.

This was me in my head:  I’m organized.  I’m detailed orientated.  I’m spontaneous.  I go with the flow.  I’m low maintenance. 

This is what I’m coming to realize: 2 out of 5?  Really? That’s all?

R and I both knew I’m organized and detail orientated.  These were the qualities so lacking in R’s business life.  Business was getting out of control and if I hadn’t left the University when I did, business may have actually floundered and we both would have taken up depending on the spontaneous charity of strangers along the rim of the Grand Canyon for our survival.  But we knew we were a great team and that we could make this work for both of us. 

It’s taken me several weeks and untold amounts of patience on R’s part to bring me to peek into these heretofore hidden [from me] aspects of my personality.  Maybe I can explain it concisely enough and you can draw your own conclusions.  Alright, alright, alright.  You wanna talk about me being concise?  That raises my total to 2 out of 6.

It begins each day. We first of all have to figure out what we are doing for the day.  Get the coffee going, call the clients, schedule the appointments, print the work orders, order the parts, and eat breakfast.  Are we going to the gym to get our workout? Pack the gym bags.  We don’t have time to come home for lunch. Pack the lunch. Get the tools. Pack Lil’ Mo. (Lil’ Mo is the code name for our Mobile Office.)  Lil’ Mo must have the laptop in it.  The laptop must have all our updated files for the day on it.  It must also have my Kindle in it.  I hate twiddling my thumbs waiting for R to do the things only R can do throughout the day.  My thumbs have no problem twiddling on the forward and back buttons on the Kindle, though.

I’m generally pretty well worn out by the time we get out to the garage to get into the truck.  Getting into the truck completely wears me out.  It’s winter and it’s freezing cold in the morning.  We have hats, gloves and our big jackets on.  We each have our gym bags.  My gym bag weighs in well over 25 pounds.  I have every toiletry item necessary to attend to any personal situation that may arise.  We each have work shoes and gym shoes.  We have lunch.  Lunch is a thermos for each with soup.  There are sandwiches, carrot sticks, snap peas, pretzels, apples, oranges and bananas, sometimes there are graham crackers.  I’m a grazer and I never know when I’ll get fainty and HAVE to eat something NOW. (Lunch does not fit in a sandwich size brown paper bag.)  I like a hot cup of tea mid-day.  We have a 2-quart thermos filled with scalding water.  I like milk and honey in my tea.  We have another insulated cooler for the milk.  We have our to-go cups. Mine has my honey in it and I fret until I have my tea that the honey will spill. 

The way we found it to work best is for me to get into the truck first.  R can then start piling everything in in order of importance.  Naturally he thinks the tools take precedence.  Then the gym bags. Then my personal bag with wallet and cases for my eye glasses.  Then the gym shoe bags.  Now stuff is starting to pile on top of me.  I get the bag with the thermoses, water bottles and the to-go cups crammed up under my arms, and then Lil’ Mo is tucked under my knees.  Excess parts for the day’s repairs and miscellaneous snacks are stacked on my lap.  R makes sure I have just enough room surrounding my face for adequate ventilation.  And out of the driveway we dash – pretty sure we’re going to be late for our first appointment of the day at 11am!

As I nodded off the other morning as R headed us out to work I wondered how I got myself into this – literally.  Did my day really require all of this?  What happened to me being the essence of spontaneity and not requiring much?  R’s been complaining that the truck’s not getting the gas mileage it used to get.  Could I be the culprit with me and my extra 300lbs of luggage?

Ya know what?  So what!!!  It sure beats my old desk job!