Brace yourself…A storm is coming.
As I sit here and write this, I am half-listening to The Weather Channel and their updates on Hurricane Irma. No, The Weather Channel is not my typical 9pm Wednesday night go-to for a show, but with Irma on the move, seemingly right towards my front door here in Tampa, I feel it wise of me to stay plugged in.
In Florida, hurricanes are not abnormal. I can recall numerous “hurricane days” off from school that turned out to be gorgeous weather days and ended with pool parties for my friends and family. Just in my community, people are having a range of reactions to this possible impending threat of Hurricane Irma. There are many who are nervous and confused as to whether they should leave the state or “ride it out,” and there are others who aren’t buying into the hype at all; be it that their experience has taught them that “these things always turn” before they hit us, or they just feel that the media is exacerbating the general public’s fear.
If I had to put myself on one side or the other, I would say that I lean more to the side of those being proactive with their preparations for a possible evacuation, while not ruling out the probability that some of my obsessive thinking regarding Irma is well, a bit overkill.
Yesterday, I posted an article titled “‘Hold On,’ She Said, ‘Hold On Tight'”, and today I am thinking about how unplanned, yet timely that post was.
All I can think when I hear about extreme weather coming our way is my children, and my desire to wrap my arms around them and hold them as tight as possible. You see for most of us, I would venture to contend that the one thing that extreme storms, hurricanes, catastrophic events do for the human race is that they remind us to HOLD ON TO WHAT IS IMPORTANT.
Maybe I’m not normally this blunt, (okay, sometimes I am) but understand this — nothing, and I mean nothing in this world is as important as the people you love. Not your house. Not your money. Not your really expensive car. Not your achievements. None of that matters as much as your family. And yes, your family includes your friends, your neighbors, whoever it is that you immediately want to hold tight when you hear a crack of thunder and see that terrifying lightning strike.
It’s still too early to know what we will do yet. Will we leave or will we stay, I don’t know. What I do know is that whatever decision we make is made with the people I love in mind, and in accordance with any city-wide mandates.
What else do I know? What I know is that no matter what happens or doesn’t happen, I have received the chance to be reminded — truly and humbly reminded — that NOTHING MATTERS MORE THAN MY FAMILY.
And, you know what? Nothing ever will.
Thanks for the reminder Irma, but you could have just phoned this one in. Now go get your butt back out to the Atlantic and stop bothering everybody.