The Day the Heating went out
Such things always happen at the weekend. I awoke at 6.30 am because of a funny rippling noise. No, there was no fountain in my room. The noise came out of the heating, and as I noticed a few seconds later, the heating was cold.
Arggh! I tried the heating in the other rooms: one was hot, one was cold. I definitely had a problem. On the other hand I had to leave at 9 am. I phoned the caretaker and only reached his mailbox. I went downstairs and wrote down the phone number of the people who could be reached in times of emergency. Ten minutes later I learned that they could not do anything without the keys to the cellar. So I tried again to get the caretaker. This time I managed to talk to him and told him my story.
In the meantime it was 9.20 am. I dialled the number of the person I was to meet at 10 am and told him I would come later.
In the evening (the heating was still only partially working) I sat down and did my journalling. When I wrote down what had happenend in the morning and how I had reacted to it and how stressful it had been to me I asked myself: Why? Because, so I found out in the process of writing, I feel very uneasy when I plan how to spend a day and then something happens which forces me to change my plans. Instead of seeing it as a challenge and act in a proactive manner I feel threatenend by the unplanned change.
So, by writing in my daily journal I learned quite a lot about myself. Thanks, journal!
This is a contribution to a group writing project at Joyful Jubilant Learning: How do you Write to Learn?