Granny's gone and done it again

I've been reading some about the Hunga Tonga volcano eruption in the South Pacific ocean back in January of 2022. They say it was more powerful than hundreds of the bomb that was dropped on Hiroshima. Enough water was shot into the stratosphere to fill 58,000 Olympic size swimming pools. It supposedly will take several years for this water to dissipate. In the mean time it's trapping heat and keeping us even hotter.
 
I've been reading some about the Hunga Tonga volcano eruption in the South Pacific ocean back in January of 2022. They say it was more powerful than hundreds of the bomb that was dropped on Hiroshima. Enough water was shot into the stratosphere to fill 58,000 Olympic size swimming pools. It supposedly will take several years for this water to dissipate. In the mean time it's trapping heat and keeping us even hotter.
But humanity will be blamed for it probably. :barnie
 
My sweet tooth is killing me. I did well yesterday and didn't break open the ice cream. I'm getting weaker by the moment and don't think I'm going to be able to avoid it tonight. Besides I got really, really hot out closing the coops all down tonight.
 
Think about this…. What does this say to you?
The first police officer reaches under the one-ton bale of hay and attempts to lift it off of me. Of course, it doesn’t budge. He grabs his flashlight and shines it under the hay into my face. I blink. He yells over his shoulder to his partner, “He’s alive! He’s alive! Help me move the hay.”
Even working together two officers can’t move it – not a fraction of an inch. A thousand pounds each? Of course they can’t move it.
“Cut the strings,” I whisper. My voice is weak. They can’t hear me.
I am not going to last much longer. If they will just cut the strings, the bale will break apart, and they can drag me out of here.
“Lift, Joe, lift!”
“Just cut the strings,” I mumble, “Please cut the strings.”
“C’mon harder.”
“It’s too heavy! We can’t lift it. We gotta go for help! Hang on Chad, we’ll be right back!”
I am alone again in the growing darkness. Wonderful painless, peaceful, irresistible sleep beckons. I struggle to remain conscious. One. Two. Three. Four… Where are they? How long does it take for police, fire, ambulance, to arrive? Where is the Coast Guard? Where are the Marines? Where is that one old farmer with enough common sense to just cut the strings?
The desert air grows chilly as the sky darkens. I grow weaker. Dizziness overcomes me and I begin to drift off into that gray space somewhere between the living and the dead.
Help finally arrives. One of the police officers bends down so I can see his face. “Hold on! A fire engine is here. There are six men aboard.”
I do the math. Two big, strong cops and six burly firemen must move a ton of dead weight off me. That’s two hundred forty five pounds each. No way can they possibly do that – but somehow, miraculously, they do. A couple of neighbors who have arrived at the scene stand by to catch me. They lower my limp body to the ground where I lie in a broken heap.
Why didn’t they cut the strings? They could have saved a long, tortured hour.
How heavy is hay? A piece of hay is about the weight of a feather. How many pieces of hay does it take to make two thousand pounds? Lots. That package of sixteen bazillion individual pieces of hay wrapped in a gigantic bundle is a crushing weight. But separated, it would have been nothing. I feel bad saying this, because it makes me sound ungrateful – and I am very grateful to the guys who saved my life that night – but there is a point to be made here, isn’t there?
Is it too big?
Is it overwhelming?
Cut the strings – just cut the strings!
Are you buried under crushing burdens? Projects that are too huge? Schedules that are too complicated? Maybe you are trying to do too much at once – trying to do everything instead of doing something.
Cut the strings and cut yourself free. Do one thing at a time – and get it Done. Move “out of the strain of the doing into the peace of the done.”
 
Nice, Granny! Reminds me of the clock that went in to see a shrink because it was having a nervous breakdown. It told the doctor it was overwhelmed because it had to tick 60 times a minute, times 60 minutes an hour. That's 3,600 times an hour. Times 24 hours a day, that's 86,400 ticks a day. Times 7 days a week, that's ... at this point the doctor stopped him and said, But how many times do you have to tick at any given time? And the clock said, Just once. So the doctor said, Just do that. And don't worry about anything else. Sometimes we let everything we need to do overwhelm us, too, but all we really need to do is just think about the one thing that needs doing right now, and do that. Then go on to the next thing.
 
Nice, Granny! Reminds me of the clock that went in to see a shrink because it was having a nervous breakdown. It told the doctor it was overwhelmed because it had to tick 60 times a minute, times 60 minutes an hour. That's 3,600 times an hour. Times 24 hours a day, that's 86,400 ticks a day. Times 7 days a week, that's ... at this point the doctor stopped him and said, But how many times do you have to tick at any given time? And the clock said, Just once. So the doctor said, Just do that. And don't worry about anything else. Sometimes we let everything we need to do overwhelm us, too, but all we really need to do is just think about the one thing that needs doing right now, and do that. Then go on to the next thing.
I seem to forget this lesson most times and get pretty overwhelmed.
 

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