“I’m scheduled for surgery on Monday.”
Of all phrases to hear the evening after a loved one’s doctors appointment, this is probably one of the least reassuring. On the other hand, it gives me a great idea for a new journal and companion Kindle book. In fact, I suspect this will be my first Kindle book.
But as I was making plans to take time off of work to be with Jerry in the hospital on Monday, and researching the travel times from the cities down to Barn Bluff, it occurred to me that maybe I have been less than thorough in mentioning some of the less than fun aspects of a project such as this.
Number one, it will start to consume your life. Not in a bad way, but it will always be in the forefront of your thoughts because it’s necessary to plan your life around the project. If you don’t, the project will fail. Now, hopefully you will have a supportive network, friends and family willing to make some sacrifices to help you out. Like my brother, for example. After being at the hospital with Ted into the wee hours of the morning, he was the one who said, “Don’t worry about dropping me off. Let’s just go to your house, I don’t want you to miss your sunrise.”
Number two, you will be tired. Back at the beginning of the year, when I started the project, I was working from home. I’ve been working second shift at a factory since the beginning of March. (Do not get me started on the health care system and unaffordable insurance.) I don’t think I’ve had a solid night’s sleep since I started at the factory. And there are mornings now when I’ll wake up groggy and desire nothing more than to just simply curl up and go back to sleep. But the habit of coming out to the bluff every morning overrides the desire for a solid night sleep. (Though you’d better believe I’ll be reveling in the ability to sleep in again after the first of the year!)
Number three, you will have to make sacrifices, and then deal with people who don’t understand the value of those sacrifices. I was supposed to go to Hawaii this year; then I gave up a week at a resort in Hayward; and finally, I denied myself the opportunity to attend the week-long airshow at OshKosh. Who knows what else I might have to give up, in the last few months? And every time, there were people who said, “Are you crazy? Just hire someone to take the pictures for you!” And there were people who said, “That doesn’t mean anything. These sunrises were something you chose to do, and now you have to live with it.”
And if any of those down sides resonate more strongly with you than the desire to complete the project, you will falter and fail.
So don’t let them.