I pride myself on being steady. Consistent. Solid. I might even (reluctantly) say predictable. You’re not going to make big money placing some crazy prop bet on me.
And honestly, I’m OK with steady. The world has plenty of Nicki Minaj to go around.
So when I woke up this morning nursing a leftover jaw-ache from a night of intense teeth grinding (don’t tell my dentist), it was a not-so-sublte reminder that my monicker as “Steady Eddie” is at risk. Nothing in our life qualifies as stable right now.
- We’re sleeping on a mattress in my in-law’s bonus room.
- All our worldly possessions are stacked to the ceiling in a borrowed warehouse.
- There are more complexities to the short-sale purchase of our new home than attorneys I can call in the greater Indianapolis area.
- We have more big-energy initiatives on the table for City Community Church than I have space on my white board.
And then there’s that whole Peyton Manning/Andrew Luck saga.
Unsteady is the soup du jour. I’ve juggled so many unrelated texts, emails, and phone calls in the last week, I could use an Oompa Loompa or two (properly compensated, of course) to manage the influx.
Steady, my old friend, I miss you. Can we meet for coffee?
The great thing about steady is it keeps things from uncontrollably changing. The problem with steady is that it can keep things from changing at all. Things may never feel out of control because, frankly, not much is really happening.
The truth is usually in the tension.
Some of you run around with your hair on fire looking to create chaos in the name of momentum. You might just be foolish.
But for the rest of us, a little overnight jaw grinding might actually be what the doctor ordered (well, as long as he’s not your dentist).