Friday, 1 June 2012

Shaken, not stirred

There's a saying in various sectors of motorsport that is used to describe a driver's attitude as he thrashes it out on the circuit with fierce style: Driving in anger.


Estonia's Markko Martin, driving Finland

The first time I heard this used I thought it was an odd thing to say, but ask anyone who gets behind the wheel competitively and they'll tell you it's a definite state of mind that helps them perform. This morning I was reminded of this for a number of reasons, and a verse came with it. In your anger do not sin.

Hmmm. In other words, your anger can get you somewhere but you don't have to sin while you're getting there. Might need to think about this some more.

The last 48 hours went like this: drive to the CBD 3 hours away, wait in an office for 40 minutes, get held up along the way, focus so you don't get waylaid. Get waylaid by well-meaning person but don't lose focus. Go to next appointment after cramming late lunch, get held up in peak hour traffic's car park, turn up the radio. Get to destination just as cool new song you've not heard before by favourite artist comes on, decide to wait (what will another three minutes hurt after that car park adjoining the freeway?). Visit with person and finally get to accommodation to unpack and rest.

Next morning, go to breakfast with friend. Breakfast is late and friend must leave early. Realise you've forgotten something you need to drop off. Backtrack and pickup item and continue on. Get a call from another friend you'd hoped to catch up with but now cannot as client back home has just called and informed your services are needed for their departure the following day (note to self: leave CBD no later than 1pm).

Proceed to next item on diary agenda and park in multilevel car park after being freed from behind slowest car in universe (on that note, I was not speeding or hoping to). Beat slow car through second set of boom gates and get ahead in queue to park. You snooze, you lose. Park, wait for elevator, walk to jeweller and discover ring claws are scarily low and may have lost diamond if didn't come in sooner (Thank You, God, I listened!!).

Skip parts of story (your time is precious, too)...

Driving home, endure bad, bad electrical storm as leaving CBD and its traffic behind (Hyndai Getz and Mitsi Magna/Solaras are the new "Volvo" drivers). Get home after 3 hour drive, complete two thirds of work for client, have dinner with friends down from CBD, come home and finish work for client. Get to bed at almost midnight.

Next day: sleep in unintentionally, wake Valley 1 and Valley 2, find out Valley 1 has left required uniform at friends' house. Take little Valleys to school, find out Valley 2 has forgotten guitar. Piggy back Valley 1 to class and hope friend has brought uniform so she can put shoes on. Hallelujah, shoes are there. Drive back 20 minutes to drop off work to urgent client, pick up guitar and drive 20 minutes back to drop off, notice roadworks have been going all morning and I am stuck in them for the third time (not even 9:30) and with the new footpath being put in, a guy has had a massive section of his driveway cut out where other driveways down the road have not. Guy looks suitably peeved while wife spectates.



Drop guitar off, drive 20 minutes back home. Get call from second client asking where I am. Tell her I forgot and offer apologies and explanation. Client is cheery and will return in 45 (any minute now)...

Perspective: Right about the time I was making the third school trip for the day and watching my time slip helplessly away, I remembered words from a teaching CD I'd listened to on the way home from the CBD.

This is only a test.
Pass the test if you do not want to take it again.

Essentially, I could drive in anger but not stay angry and do the wrong thing. Wouldn't a speeding fine have topped it all off??

Passing the test, indeed. Right now life is at one of its peaking moments. I don't want to re-sit any of this again, so am determining right now to pass well. Let's face it, once it's gotten bad enough to make you angry or upset or whatever, do you reeeaaalllllllly want to come back here? Might as well finish well, wouldn't you agree? Make that drive in anger achieve something worth it. It's all about attitude...

"We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us." 2 Corinthians 4v8,9,7

Mais ce trésor, nous le portons dans les vases faits d'argile que nous sommes, pour que ce soit la puissance extraordinaire de Dieu qui se manifeste, et non notre propre capacité.
Ainsi, nous sommes accablés par toutes sortes de détresses et cependant jamais écrasés. Nous sommes désemparés, mais non désespérés, persécutés, mais non abandonnés, terrassés, mais non pas anéantis.

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