Rushing to meet a deadline on some voiceover recordings, I raced into the office, hooked up the recording equipment, looked over the script, adjusted the mic, pressed “record” … and was interrupted by the sound of chainsaws outside my window.
A couple of weeks ago, a sudden storm brought huge branches down from some of the old trees in my neighborhood, including the big oak tree outside my back gate. The city has been going around the neighborhood removing the debris, and apparently this afternoon it’s my turn.
So now that I can’t finish the recording … at least for the next few minutes … I have a choice. Do I jump up and down, curse the chainsaw-bearing men for interrupting me? Or do I see this as a chance to spend a few more minutes with the script, get a cup of tea, and relax until it’s the right time to begin this work?
Often, when I’m in a panic about getting something done on time, the Universe will throw a spanner in the works to get me to slow down. What’s the good of doing work you love if you’re too rushed to stop and feel how much you love it?