Friday, January 18, 2013
Resolve and Wonderment
The weather so far this month has been irresolute. The snow on the ground, which I thought would never leave thawed quickly and then froze - just as quick. The whole farm was an ice rink and stayed that way for days; then another thaw and now mud. There may be another name for it in the goat pen, but it sticks to the shoes just the same. January.
I, on the other hand, am striving to not be so irresolute. It was time to either resolve or get off the pot. As convenient as it may be for me to spend a four months out of the year working diligently on the small business, leading up to a big crescendo at Christmas time, and then hoping everyone would lose interest for another 6-8 months, it just wasn’t a reality. I either needed to get serious or give it up. I needed to make myself and my products available year-round and I needed to reduce the stress of what that involves. I need to be fully stocked, easily accessible, more flexible and (here comes that word again) more focused. So that’s what I have been doing. Lots of small improvements, building inventory and even a few new products on the way. Don’t worry – you will be the first to know when I am ready to announce them.
There has been some welcomed wonderment this week for me. The welcomed part is that I actually got this done. The wonderment part is that I am thrilled with the results. I am 54 years old and for the first time in my life, made an appointment with an eye dr. for corrective lenses. Contact lenses at that. My only experience with contact lenses was 40 years ago when my younger sister got them. I remember them being obvious, eye irritating, high maintenance and would pop out onto the floor at any given blink. Holy Macaroni have times changed!! I had no idea the dr. would even let me have contacts let alone walk out of the office wearing them. OMG – why did I not do this 5 years ago?
There is one small glitch in my happy wonderment story that I need to share, just in case you are dialing your eye dr. as you read this. If you have never been to an eye dr. before, you may not be familiar with the term “dilation” and more so the lingering results thereof. I wasn’t. They sent me out of the office with eyes dilated, brand new contacts and a disposable pair of sunglasses. I thought I did well making my way across the iced parking lot to my car considering I had near to no depth perception. And picking up the girls and driving the 35 miles home seemed a breeze. But when I attempted to pull up to the mailbox and instead ran in to the mailbox, I may have, for just a short second, thought I was not a good candidate for contact lenses. I quickly came to my senses and blamed the mishap on Rylee who was fidgeting with her coat in the front seat and surely caused the distraction. That’s my story and I am sticking to it.