The other day a plumber came over to check a “problem” hubby has been obsessing over for years and lately, to the point of distraction extreme. This plumber was a mature man, I’d say in his late 50’s. He came across as very calm and reassuring as he patiently listened to hubby’s long litany regarding this “problem”.
The discussion and the interaction began in our backyard because hubby thought our vent was plugged. What he wanted was for this plumber to climb up on our roof to rule out the possibility that leaves were the cause of this “problem”. Smart man that this plumber was, he first wanted to check the bathroom where the “problem” originates.
Now, a word to the wise. When hubby starts an
marathon-monologue outpouring about a pressing issue, the man doesn’t come up for air. He just goes on and on and on leaving the poor listener in a somewhat dazed state. I took pity upon this plumber and decided it’s time for Amy Intervention. So, walking quietly to the Master Bathroom, up the stairs I went to where these two men were now standing. Sure enough, hubby was doing all the mind-numbing-rambling talking. Here we finally have a Master Plumber to figure out the “problem” and hubby as per usual is hogging the conversation.
Within seconds I understood where my
sorry-ass-spouse hubby was in his story as I gently joined the conversation. Immediately the plumber made solid eye contact with me with much gratitude and between the two of us, we convinced hubby that the “problem” only existed in his obsessive overactive worrisome mind. At first my stubborn spouse hubby resisted and argued but this plumber stood his ground and so did I. Finally he was convinced there was no problem in existence.
As the three of us were heading for the door when all was said and done, this plumber commented on what a beautiful home we have and told us to enjoy it. I gave hubby a “I told you” look, the look that said, “Did you HEAR what this man said?” Why? Because hubby is always seeing the glass half empty, focusing on what is not perfect in this house, what still needs repairs, and bemoaning that if it were not for our cats this house would not be “trashed”.
O-O-O-O-O do not get me going! Trashed my
ass foot! Our house is very lived in, thank you very much! And the Love we have? Wouldn’t trade that for anything!
Thank goodness this plumber understood hubby. He has a neighbor who is very very good with everything he does in making his home beautiful yet he still obsesses on what could go wrong, or what still needs to be done. Hubby in spades … the man imagines problems when there are none. 😬
In his own words, “Life is too short to worry so enjoy what you have now.” Smart man. The plumber. Not hubby. And I couldn’t agree with him more.
So please don’t waste your life looking for problems where there are none. See reality for what it is and separate what is a figment of your imagination from What Is. Life is too damned short to worry, especially on what doesn’t even really exist. What will worry get you? Not much except for ulcers and dissatisfaction with just about everything in life.
Enjoy life. It was meant to be enjoyed!
This exceptional man was so nice he refused payment of any kind. What does that tell you?
MF Macro Photography Handheld/ “So, What IS The Problem?”/