Hello, my blog readin’ friends.
I hope this Monday finds you well and rejuvenated from the weekend past 🙂
It’s been a week since I checked in here or on Instagram and you know what? I’m not even going to make apologies. Look at me! I had a lot of other things going on in my life (some of which I should be catching you up on soon!) and that is okay. Sad, but okay. Hopefully the next couple weeks will be a bit more steady.
So I am popping in here now to tell you about something that just happened to me. It’s funny because Andrew is at the Cubs game for work so I have had the entire evening to myself. I took a nice little nap this afternoon after taking a long walk/run and getting brunch after church, and then did a pretty hard workout (I’m working with my friend Lauren over at LaurenPalm.com – more on that later, too!), then showered, cut up a watermelon which took me wayyy longer than it should have, and then I planned to come up to our apartment building’s roof deck pool to let my hair dry in the sun and catch the last of the daylight while blogging. I also wasn’t sure what I was going to write about, and it’s funny how sometimes I think God goes, “Don’t worry, I’ll give you an idea.”
So, here I am! This is my current view:
So beautiful, right? And before you think Andrew and I live in some ritzy building, do know that a lot of buildings in Chicago have roof deck pools like this, so it’s really not fancy – but still something we pinch ourselves over because we definitely won’t live somewhere with a roofdeck for most of our lives.
As I got off the elevator and stepped into the pool area this evening, I saw I was the only person who had this idea. WHAT! I legitimately have the pool to myself right now as I write this, which is pretty crazy.
And now…the story that is the whole purpose of this post.
So as I was walking into the pool area and taking in that I had this little slice of heaven all to myself, I remarked to our super nice building maintenance man Mike, “no one else is here?!!” as he was fixing one of the pipes near the elevator.
We had a quick, friendly back-and-forth exchange and then he said, “You know what? If you could do a favor for me, that would be great. The swimming pool rope that divides the deep end from shallow end is all to one side of the pool and if you could bring it over and latch it to the other side, that would save me a major headache.”
Perhaps he then realized I wasn’t really planning on swimming as my hair was completely wet and combed from the shower I’d taken 10 minutes prior, because he backtracked saying, “Only if you are going in! Only if you are going in! Don’t worry about it otherwise.”
Ergh. These sort of moments can be the worst. My freshly showered self was certainly not planning on swimming, especially as dusk descended and the rooftop would continue to get increasingly windy. But after he’d gone, I felt like I had to do it. Plus, just the night before we had been on the other side of the roof deck where there are picnic tables and grills and there was a pretty rowdy group next to us that had made a huge mess. I knew it’d been Mike who would have spent his working hours late into the night cleaning it. He didn’t deserve another inconvenience at the end of his shift tonight.
So, all this to say, #firstworldstruggles, I took off my cover-up (I actually had worn a bathing suit up there, which I’m sure was in God’s plan because I’m not entirely sure why I did) and I gingerly hopped in the cold pool. I figured I could just walk the other side of the rope over in the shall end and reattach it without needing to go under the water at all.
Well, after much trying, the dumb latch wouldn’t fit. I fiddled with it for at least 5 minutes before walking to the other side to see how that side’s hook was attached. Ah, there was a smaller little gold hook that needed to be there that was missing (see gold hook below…otherwise the silver hook wouldn’t fit directly in the blue circle).So I look a little farther out and realize that little gold metal piece is at the bottom of the 8 foot deep end of the pool. Meaning I would have to dive under to get it.
Obviously, I was debating at this point if this was all worth it as I’d literally showered 15 minutes previously. I was already going to need to re-body shower and wasn’t hoping to have to rewash my hair too. Plus my cover-up was literally flying away in the wind and possibly headed toward the ledge where it would float down the 40 stories of our building.
This is such a small and insignificant debacle, I get it. But there was a purpose in that I felt I needed to get that little gold hook from the bottom of the pool so Mike didn’t have to worry about it.
These situations happen in our lives! Small little inconveniences we get to decide how we’ll deal with.
And just then, my cover up perfectly was blown about 5 feet to the side, twisting right around the leg of one of the beach lounge chairs, meaning it was not going anywhere.
And so, knowing my cover up wasn’t going to fall off the side of the building, I dove under and got that dumb metal hook and hooked the swimming pool rope to both sides as it was meant to be. And you know what this situation gave me? A double shower, but also my first swim of the summer neatly delivered alongside the peace of mind in knowing I did a little something for another person today.
So what happened next? Oh, all my papers that had been sitting on my beach chair went flying into the wind and landed in different areas of the water so I had to proceed to frenetically swim around fetching them and yet again dive to the bottom of the pool where a few of them sunk to. Also scraped my knee like a 5-year-old doing this. Haha 🙂 But that’s rather besides the point.
The point is really that perhaps the little things we do to help others aren’t so tiny after all. Perhaps if we all did mini little things to help each other out, a lot of the much bigger problems in the world would be avoided.
Perhaps if we took the time, we’d hear God’s little nudges that come in the form of a fluttering sense of duty, or a cover-up wrapped around a beach chair…or even a beautiful sunset reminding us we don’t get to be here forever, so we better use each minute wisely.
Our ticket on Earth expires, but there’s one marked Eternity waiting for us if we choose to earn it. And maybe doing the right thing a lot of little times will add up. I’ll make that gamble…because if these are the sunsets on Earth, imagine what they’ll look like in heaven.
To embracing inconveniences today in order to help other people even in seemingly small and insignificant ways,
A chlorine-smelling, sunset watching, grateful-feeling me