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The Orphaned Briefcase, Part Two

by fivesimplethings on June 17th, 2010

All the arrangements were made.  The briefcase was en route, and I was breathlessly awaiting its arrival on Saturday morning.

However, I knew something might be amiss when I woke to a thick blanket of fog covering the house where we were staying.  Surely, it would lift by the time the FedEx would arrive.  Even if the fog was heavy, I knew that they’d get it to me.  After all, they were carrying my briefcase.

I started standing at the door like a puppy dog around 11a.  I had access to my mother-in-law’s computer.  However, I know that tracking information can be shady.  Even though it hadn’t been updated, I was sure that my briefcase was nestled into a warm delivery truck on the way to our house.

Noon came.  I made a sandwich.

1p came.  I ate an apple.

2p. The fog still hasn’t lifted.

3p.

4p.

5p.  “Hello, Mr. Tolsma. That plane just couldn’t get in this morning because of bad weather.  Look for the package on Monday.”

6p. Dejected and despondent, I got dressed for dinner.

As I gazed into my empty plate, I hadn’t realized all of the mental energy that I was putting into this briefcase.  Did I ever spend so much time worrying about my children?  Did I ever focus so intently on my wife or my coworkers?  If I worried about my employees as much as I worried about my computer cord that day, I’d be a much better leader.

Okay, It’s settling in.  The briefcase isn’t coming.  Will it arrive Monday? What are the things that you worry too much about? Let me know in the comments section or on twitter with the hashtag #fivesimplethings.

-John Tolsma

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