Out of the blue, on the same day, I’ve had two blog requests—one, from Marisa, a nurse friend, who suggested the subject of “procrastinating,” and the other, from my husband, Marv, on “being upbeat.” I’m grateful and curious about how it will be to write about these two different words.
On procrastination— the most common definition is “to keep putting off something that needs to be done.” I certainly procrastinate from time to time. Usually, I have good reason, as did my friend. She used the word to describe her delay to confirm a pending plan between us. She had just returned from a trip abroad and was struggling with a cold. A full-time nurse, she had hit the ground running. To my way of thinking, the plan was in place. We had time to confirm, and she likely had all she could do to manage her work and personal commitments.
I am grateful to have the opportunity to tell her that sometimes, we give ourselves a bum wrap and are over critical of our behavior to others. In this situation, my e-mail to her arrived at a too-busy time and it took two go-rounds to firm up our plans. Nowhere along the path did I feel she was procrastinating. In fact, she was humorous and upbeat in our succinct messages.
Up beat is defined as “optimistic, a contented state of being happy.” When a puzzling or unusual event occurs, I try not make assumptions and to search for possible explanations. By widening the context and considering alternatives, I often arrive at a positive way of thinking about a situation.
Three weeks ago, Marv and I were awakened at dawn by an odd, rhythmic, tinny sound emanating from the solarium next to our bedroom. Marv’s first take was that it involved our heating system and called the heating company. It was a logical possibility given there were air circulation problems earlier in the month. A quick system check was negative, leaving the chimney as the likely source.
The next time I was awakened, I bounded out of bed, opened the fireplace glass and bent down to listen. Waves of sound, like wings brushing against metal, vibrated down the chimney flue. I recalled last spring’s event, how a young robin had fluttered headlong onto one window for days, over and over. Could this be the sound of another bird learning to fly? Could there be a nest near the metal critter-protector at the top of the chimney? Marv recollected that he had heard bird sounds accompanying the fluttery echoes some mornings.
For three peaceful days, the flutter went silent only to briefly return again this morning. Earlier this week, I noticed a red cardinal and his red-beaked lady kissing on a ledge by the back patio. Shortly, an even more vivid male cardinal joined the couple. I felt up lifted and upbeat at the fresh redness of his youthful feathers; there is beauty in silent flight.
Upbeat is a good word to describe your blogs and attitude to the world and sunshine peaking through
the dark clouds that at times hide the light.
“Sunshine peaking through the dark clouds that at times…,” Thank you, so much, Sheila! Your response starts my day with a smile!!
That Cardinal pulled me right in I didn’t hesitate or procrastinate for a minute to read your blog which left me upbeat!
Ha Ha! Such a cool reply. May the beat continue, girlfriend!
Upbeat column; Glorious photo.
Thanks, Hy! I am always captivated by the glory of the cardinal and especially their song. They are exquisite company.
Your essay brought up the image of a musical composition, where some parts are up-beat, while others are full of rests, needing time to return to the momentum of the beat! I love that about the creative process…it takes time, and is never on the same energy level for very long! The contrast is vibrant, as you beautifully describe the two distinctly different behaviors. Beverly
Yes, I so appreciate your connection to a musical composition with the contrasts of upbeat and downbeat. I almost used “downbeat” as a contrasting, descriptive adjective but decided against it. I’m glad the essay resonated for you!