Where did we leave off? Oh, right. We’re talking about how it’s hard to ask for help and sit across from a stranger just talking into thin air. But we’re also talking about how we struggle to just listen to each other and so sometimes, we need to call a counselor. We need a person.
Not too long ago, I spent a week power washing my back deck. Yes, it was July in Missouri. So, yes, it was hot and sticky and the mosquitos were swarming. Why did it take a week? Well, after hour number one, I realized the maximum amount of time I could run the power washer was about 90 minutes. At that point, I was sore, tired, and splattered with mud. Five days of early-morning, 90-minute sessions taught me a lot about why I had never picked up a power washer wand before that week and also reminded me that counseling and power washing have more in common than we might think.
At first glance, my deck appeared just fine. I mean, I had looked at it for nine years and there was some age-related wear and tear, but obviously, nothing too hideous to cause me to do something about it. Around hour number five of managing that powerful power washer wand, I began to see the toll the weather and scurrying animals and little human feet and Missouri sun had had on the once-clean and smooth wood. Yikes!
Isn’t this how life is sometimes? We’re just going about our day-to-day, noticing that some things that used to be easy are a little more difficult, a couple relationships have fizzled, our job is just the job that pays the bills, and we feel tired. (Not the 11:59 p.m. tired, but the 7:45 p.m. is-it-bedtime-yet tired).
So we do some things to ease the tension and return to our former level of comfortable living. We read the latest and greatest self-help book, we increase our dose of daily Vitamin D supplements, we add a Body Pump class to our gym routine, and we turn our electronic devices off an hour before our head hits the pillow. All great things! We feel the relief…for a few days. And then it’s back; that nagging, “something isn’t right” feeling and “I don’t know what to do next” thought.