Mylanta! The last two weeks have been a technology nightmare! Since Microsoft announced it wasn't supporting Windows 7 I have been working on getting the computers where I work on board with Windows 10. I don't physically do the upgrade but work with a company who does that for us but even then I have never had some much craziness in my life!
Everyone else had their upgrades finished. My computer was the last one. Good thing because if it had been first I would have told everyone forget Windows 10 we are staying off the Internet and in the dark ages!
I had to get a brand new computer because mine was too old to handle the upgrade. Usually I get excited about brand new techie things. Not this time. Nothing is where it should be and nothing was working like it should have been. I felt sorry for our tech company helping us because I know I was a thorn in their side for the last two weeks!
So I haven't been able to have time to do any blogging or writing because of this and I feel so tired! Writing my blogs really energizes me! It gets me thinking about fun future things. I love writing but good golly I've been too tired lately to do it!
So now I have begun and I hope it lasts...no more bugaboos with the computer I am tying on or I think I'll turn in my blogs handwritten... as if you could do that...
Friday, September 20, 2019
Gray Hair Equals Tough!
Any time I find myself taking life too seriously, our loving Creator
throws a zinger in just to shake me up. Today
as I was on my way to teach at my family’s martial arts school, I was
worrying about the situation of the world; mudslides, earthquakes and any other
number of catastrophes I can’t possibly do anything about or protect my family
from. Note to self: I should stop
listening to the news.
However,
when I got to class, God found a way to distract me from my ever-growing
worries. One of our brand new
five-year-old martial art students confronted me. He stood there staring up at
me as I held a heavy bag in front of him on which he was going to practice his
kicks. I stood behind the bag, a very padded cylinder that saves my shins from
a number of bruises and possible broken bones and told him to begin his
kicks. The bag is just four foot tall so
I tower over it, but his head just barely comes up half way on the bag. From his viewpoint, I figure I look pretty
imposing so I always try to bend over the bag a little so I can watch his technique
and instruct him. I showed him which kicks I wanted him to practice by kicking
the bag myself a couple of times. I
have changed his name to protect the not-so innocent.
George: "What’s your name again?"
Me: "Mrs. Simmons."
George: "You have gray hair!"
Me: "Yes, I do."
George paused at this point then threw two
more kicks, "That means you’re old!"
It was my turn to pause, contemplating if it
was okay to let him know that since I was holding the bag, the bag could hit
him back. I refrained and replied, “Hmmm, I don’t think it does."
George kept kicking, "Oh, yeah, it
does."
"Why do you think that?"
"My mom says old people have gray
hair."
"So does your mom color
her..." I stopped there, it was
almost Lent after all and instead I replied,
"It means I’m tough, that’s what gray hair means!"
He gave me one of those looks kids get on their faces when they are trying
to decide which adult they should believe, his mom or the tall lady who can
kick this bag really hard. Finally another student broke in rescuing both of us
before any of this got really nasty.
It was then I realize God was trying to
redirect my thoughts into helping this five year old learn his kicks, and maybe
a few manners, instead of spending my time worrying about the things I can’t
change and be in the moment of my day.
Thank you Lord for directing my worries into
more positive action; oh and also thank you for helping me keep my sense of
humor. Maybe I can change this five-year’s
thoughts on us gray haired people. We
are a tough bunch, you know!
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