So, What Are My Options Again?
Hubby and I bought a new computer desk over the weekend. Up until this point our computer has been sitting on a little writing desk and we decided it was time for an upgrade. We did some shopping around and finally found one we liked, that would fit, and would work for everything we had in mind.
It was one of those buy in a box, put together when you get home kind of desks. Which really wasn't a problem. We'd already bought several things like that. Neither one of us has anything bigger than a midsize car so a piece of furniture already put together wouldn't fit anyways. Half the time we can't even fit these boxes in our car. This one was no exception.
We picked up the box in the store. It was over 6 feet long, 3 feet wide and weighed over 100 lbs. easy. This should have been our first clue that there would be a problem. We hefted onto the cart and steered it through the store to the checkout. Then we pushed it out to the car. We got it into the car but it was just too long. It was practically in the front seat and we still couldn't get the trunk closed. So we bought some bungee chords to hold the door mostly closed. Good thing it wasn't very far from the store to our house. The door would fly open and bounce back down any time we hit a bumpy patch in the road. I hoped we weren't breaking anything in the box.
Then came the hard part. We got it home, and then had to carry it up to the third floor of our apartment building to where we live. I'm pretty tough. I've been known to carry quite a bit of weight when needed but as I mentioned, this box weighed over 100 lbs. And it was awkward. By the time we got it up to the second floor I was ready to collapse. My muscles couldn't lift for another second. I was spent. I was tired and sore and couldn't imagine carrying this thing up another flight of stairs.
But I knew it had to be done. And somehow, from somewhere, the strength came and we hauled that box up the last flight of stairs. Hubby looked at me with shock and surprise. Neither one of us knew how I had made it up another flight of stairs.
How are we able to find strength when we think we have none left? How can we find it in us to smile when all we want to do is cry? Where does the giving come from when we think we have nothing left to give? It's amazing to me the resilience we humans possess, both in body and spirit. Maybe it's because we feel we have no other choice. I didn't have a choice. We had to get that box up the stairs. There was nobody there to help us and we couldn't just leave the box there.
Or maybe we have a choice but we choose the higher ground. And that's where we learn to grow and be stretched and become even more than we were before.
It was one of those buy in a box, put together when you get home kind of desks. Which really wasn't a problem. We'd already bought several things like that. Neither one of us has anything bigger than a midsize car so a piece of furniture already put together wouldn't fit anyways. Half the time we can't even fit these boxes in our car. This one was no exception.
We picked up the box in the store. It was over 6 feet long, 3 feet wide and weighed over 100 lbs. easy. This should have been our first clue that there would be a problem. We hefted onto the cart and steered it through the store to the checkout. Then we pushed it out to the car. We got it into the car but it was just too long. It was practically in the front seat and we still couldn't get the trunk closed. So we bought some bungee chords to hold the door mostly closed. Good thing it wasn't very far from the store to our house. The door would fly open and bounce back down any time we hit a bumpy patch in the road. I hoped we weren't breaking anything in the box.
Then came the hard part. We got it home, and then had to carry it up to the third floor of our apartment building to where we live. I'm pretty tough. I've been known to carry quite a bit of weight when needed but as I mentioned, this box weighed over 100 lbs. And it was awkward. By the time we got it up to the second floor I was ready to collapse. My muscles couldn't lift for another second. I was spent. I was tired and sore and couldn't imagine carrying this thing up another flight of stairs.
But I knew it had to be done. And somehow, from somewhere, the strength came and we hauled that box up the last flight of stairs. Hubby looked at me with shock and surprise. Neither one of us knew how I had made it up another flight of stairs.
How are we able to find strength when we think we have none left? How can we find it in us to smile when all we want to do is cry? Where does the giving come from when we think we have nothing left to give? It's amazing to me the resilience we humans possess, both in body and spirit. Maybe it's because we feel we have no other choice. I didn't have a choice. We had to get that box up the stairs. There was nobody there to help us and we couldn't just leave the box there.
Or maybe we have a choice but we choose the higher ground. And that's where we learn to grow and be stretched and become even more than we were before.
posted by Heidi @ 11:25 AM
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