Even if it saves just a few hairs from turning gray

Those are the kind of things that keep me wide away at 3 a.m. at times. There’s nothing that breaks a deep slumber like an unsettling thought creeping into your subconscious. You can’t stop the little things that worry you straight out of REM sleep just like you can’t stop them when you’re wide awake. All you can do is move past them.
Of all the marathon weeks, I may take Feb. 7-14 to the grave as a monumental one with plenty of ups and a couple of downs.
There’s relief after the first time for anything passes by easier than expected, but an excitement if and when a second try comes back. I can pretty much guarantee two out of the three (a live television appearance, helping bring a Mardi Gras celebration to life and teaching a class) will come back around and I’m pretty excited about that.
To appreciate those highs, you have to scrape bottom with the lows.
The judge made a valid point early on Tuesday that plenty of men and women died to give us the right to vote and serve on a jury. That statement helped smother the thoughts just a little of somewhere else I needed to be then and two more places I needed to be after that as the 12 most likely candidates were being chosen to serve.
In my guilt of missing the most important four hours of the work week, my boss assured me he understood that I was just living up to my civil duty by being called for jury duty. By the time I was excused from the courtroom and readjusted to a normal work day, those little problems that tend to keep me awake at night came to reality when I saw last week’s paper was short on several items I envisioned to go to print.
In one of my friend’s text message inbox, there’s a picture of my head in my hand with a story about how the first half of that day went south. A couple of hours later, that frustration dissolved after a lot of people came to Aberdeen and had a good time even though it was a school/work night and it was pouring down rain outside.
Sights of plenty of people pouring in for popcorn and red beans and rice and stories of beignet sell-outs and a day’s worth of buzz around the area are uplifting from bad situations.
Anything can go either way when the possibilities fork at good and bad. The same possibility of stopping an 80 percent chance of rain from dropping out is as probable as making the sun shine every day.
Every time a good day goes bad or vice versa, it’s out of our control. As much planning, praying and procrastinating you do for the good and bad, those forces of nature are always there to help or hurt.
Just let them run their course. Things are going to break when you need them the most. People are going to have conflicts when you really need them around. I’m learning to try to keep my head out of my hands when that kind of stuff tarnishes a day.
Hardly anybody writes down every time there’s a blood pressure spike from the frustrations of everyday life because they’re only to be expected.
Age and experience teaches you to just go with the flow. Celebrate it when plans go off unhitched, but don’t dwell in it when they don’t. Here’s to a few weeks of trying to stick by those words and to a few weeks of uninterrupted sleep if it goes as planned.
<b>Ray Van Dusen</b> is the news editor of the Monroe Journal. He can be reached at ray.vandusen@journalinc.com.

About Ray Van Dusen

I've been with the Monroe Journal since Aug. 2009 as a staff writer, but took the role as news editor in late 2012. I'm always looking for interesting story ideas from around Monroe County. You can reach me via email at ray.vandusen@journalinc.com.