I own a crystal ball. My better half gave it to me about ten years ago. It was a gift that needed no explanation, a joke that I got right away. Within the first two years of our relationship, she tired of me asking her to go find a magic wand to zap success over my larger life decisions, like returning to school and selling and buying houses, etc. So she just gave me a crystal ball and effectively told me I was on my own with the magic. I knew I had to keep her.
I always know that change is coming when my eyes regularly wander over to the box on my desk where my crystal ball lives. The vast majority of the time, I put a healthy and honest amount of effort into working for what’s needed and wanted. The brain only breaks for tea and biscuits, subconsciously peeking over at the fairytale item that should tell me if my work and choices will pay off, when I’ve multitasked my way into too much to do and too little sleep. I only remember there’s a crystal ball when I need to collapse, need to do something different, and need to have a voice outside of my own tell me what that something is.
I’ve had two good friends in two consecutive days tell me to get more sleep – even if I have to use vacation days to do it. With my son returning home tomorrow, my kung fu instruction beginning on Friday, college visits with my boy next week and the week after, and substituting on the weekend shift for a colleague in mid-August, now would be a good time for more rest. It’s also quite clearly a time of change. No crystal ball really needed to see that.