I take after my dad in the clumsy department. I once walked home from school as a kid to find blood all over the floor and a note from my mom telling me she had to take my dad to the hospital because he cut his hand open on a light bulb. He had been standing on a kitchen chair changing out one of the fluorescent kitchen lights when his foot slipped and his hand sliced through the bulb. He’s got bash marks all over his head from running into things and I probably get weekly emails from him telling me some wild story about his latest clumsy disaster.
In this lovely and memorable month of April I have exploded Coke all over my MacBook, broke my toe on my treadmill, and dropped my iPhone into the toilet. Luckily I had insurance on the laptop and my toe is healing up nicely and for some Karmic reason my phone didn’t miss a beat in its functioning (thanks to Dennis, who works miracles). BUT STILL.
Dennis fixed up my iPhone and he also replaced the screen of my old iPhone 4 for only $50. A great deal, considering the shape it was in:
I think shit like this happens when we’re trying to do too much. When we’re scrambling around, careening sideways around corners on two wheels, hanging on by a thread. I know for me, if I’m plugged into too many outlets, I end up tripping a breaker.
Cool side note: Did you know that Andrew was an electrician for 17 years before he switched careers and went into Real Estate?
So anyway, when I start breaking shit and running into things, I take it as a warning sign that I need to slow down and be more intentional. I need to be fully plugged into each task at hand before I start stirring up a bunch of crap somewhere else, otherwise the whole shebang will just get flushed.