This
excitement in my heart makes me feel like a 9 year old Paula, who would sit
with eyes tightly gazed at the ceiling; counting one…two…three until the lights
would be back. It’s still good to reminisce on childhood adventures and
setbacks…for sure they contribute to who we are as grown - ups.
Now,
three days ago, after a pretty long day at work, I came home to a dark house.
At some point I thought that probably my bulb had blown. How I wished this was
true but unfortunately, I had forgotten to pay my electricity bill in good
time. This means that my power supply had just been disconnected. This wasn’t a
good feeling at all that I had failed to pay my bills, as it were.
Like
a small girl, part of me wanted to be afraid of the dark. I then quickly
thought of a better idea – to sleep it away and it sure worked! At least I got
to sleep earlier that night. The following day, I sorted out the bill plus the
imposed fine. In the evening, I went back home excited to enjoy the “night
day-light”. But no, I was still going to use my candles and yet again sleep on
some unfinished assignments.
The
dawn of the darkness came so quickly and I was off to work. Later in the
evening, I came home now really certain to experience change. I hurriedly
opened the door and slowly extended my hand to feel the switch. Oh no! Not
again! Power reconnection hadn’t happened and I knew for sure I wasn’t going to
take this again. Through my persistence, power was restored!
Tonight,
I can relish on the simple things life offers. I have something new to be
thankful about – Lights are finally back!!
