Alright folks, I’m gonna get a little bit personal here. Don’t worry, the kids can still read over your shoulder. I’m just going to share a little story because I feel like when I share my struggles and publicly set a course out of them, I get a little better and grow a little more. Accountability works like that. So, here goes.
It is that time of year for the annual bonus to hit. My wife and I had decided back in June or July that we were not going to set a whole lot of expectation on what that bonus may look like because it is money that we were not going to plan for until it was in hand. We knew that we wanted to do something good with it (read “not stupid”), but we were determined that we would just welcome it as a gift and find a good way to steward that money.
Fast forward from July to early October. The weather is finally starting to show signs of fall, and I start getting e-mails about the upcoming “Annual Incentive Program” and the wheels begin to turn. We started having conversations about where we could best use the money.
We knew his would not be a windfall, by any stretch, but we were building a plan on how to maximize the gift by doing things like vehicle repairs, home repairs, & a couple of other items that we really have been wanting to get taken care of, but the extra cash was never there. I assure you that there was never a mention of a trip to Tahiti or a big screen TV. We were living in the realm of practicality.
The more we talked about this money we had not yet seen, the more real it became. We began to move from the hypothetical into the tangible. Research was done on upcoming purchases to take care of some of these issues, online shopping carts were loaded and waiting for us to push that button the day the basket of hope landed in our checking account. We were excited and expectant.
November 3 came.
Tammi gave me a call at work and said there was a deposit in the account. Did I know what it was? Surely it was not the bonus? That number is WAY too small to be the bonus. It was nothing like what we were looking for. So, I sent an e-mail off to ask what this little gift was that I was seeing in hopes that there had been some kind of mistake. Certainly a digit had been forgotten.
Nope. Just like the pig says:
A kick in the gut would have been preferable. To see a number so much smaller than what we had expected was very hard. I expected more. I planned for more. I felt that I deserved more. I worked hard, and this is what I got? Something is wrong. I have been slighted and I want this fixed. My wife and I had plans and they have been pretty much decimated.
It was a rough day to get through. A lot to process, and a lot of disappointment needed to be waded through. After work (and some talk), supper (and some talk), and some Netflix with enough popcorn to strangle a mule, we went to bed to sleep on it.
I woke up this morning and the first thing that popped into my head was the word:
Webster’s says bonus means: an amount of money added to wages on a seasonal basis, especially as a reward for good performance.
So there it is. I worked all year, and I got a paycheck on-time every time for the work I did. That is all I really have to count on. Anything else is an add-on, and I need to be grateful for it. I may believe that I have been slighted, but at the end of the day, I got what was coming to me all year, and this was just something extra. (A little something…)
Before anyone thinks that is all it took for me to push this aside and move on with nothing but happy thoughts, I can tell you that as soon as that popped into my head this morning it prompted about 30 minutes of debate inside my skull that ended with the “ticked off” me just walking away from the argument.
He tends to do that when he knows he is going to lose.
He’ll come back later and take the lump, but for now he is avoiding that by writing to all of you who choose to read about his feelings of indignation and mistreatment at the hands of the global entity that has done him wrong. See? Told you. This isn’t over yet…
I know that I am going to get to the place where I will be alright. Though the skies are gray today, I feel a little more brightness than I did yesterday afternoon when I walked out of work in the sunshine. I know that God was not surprised by this, that He knew how I would react, and that He is waiting to see how I will process it and grow.
So… Grow already…
I know that this is a moment where God has allowed me to be placed in a spot where I can either hang on to something I never had and mourn the loss of it, or I can take solace in the things that I do have and have joy. I know that I can wallow in self-pity and allow bitterness to take over my heart, or I can choose to step up and see what I can do to improve my work and know that by doing hard thing – moving past this – I am doing the right thing. Trusting God and allowing His grace, peace, and comfort to reign in me.
If I want to live a Relentless Life, I really only have one choice. I’m going to have to send that little sulker back to the table where he can take his medicine and do the right thing. Let’s be realistic. He can be pretty stubborn and it is probably going to take at least a couple of days.
I’m thankful for a God who loves me even when I don’t “get it” right away. I’m thankful for a wife who believes in me even when I am not able to bring home as much bacon as we thought I would. I’m thankful for a healthy family and two great kids in college. I’m thankful for a good job that allows me to work in a place where I know God is using me. I’m thankful for friends who pray for me.
I guess anything beyond those things is truly a bonus.
Thanks for reading. Got some things to go do to start the journey.