When I was in boot camp, my flight was scheduled for a Mini-White inspection the next day. As Dorm Chief, it was my job to see to it that everything was done and done correctly. I took this so seriously and had everyone working…working…working so we could pass the inspection. Another girl, one who wasn’t happy that I’d been selected as Dorm Chief, was also my roommate. At the last minute, I was assigned to dorm guard duty for our newer sister flight. That meant I wouldn’t be in our dorm to sneak around after lights out and get everything done for the inspection. It all rested with the troops, without me there.
My roommate assured me I shouldn’t worry, she’d see to it my laundry got done, shoes polished, and our room squared away. I returned to find that instead of individual items being taken care of, they lumped all laundry together (it all looks alike), all shoes (you gotta know they all look like) and all the chores. Huge piles of laundry filled the common area as people waded through trying to find their own clothes, shoes, etc.
And when I went to my room, all of my laundry still hung sadly in my laundry bag, my shoes in the closet, my chores undone. No one else knew to check my things other than my roommate. And I never dreamed anyone could be so petty.
In the morning, after I’d wrestled for sleep all night knowing it would never come, I stood at attention, my last day as Dorm Chief. Thankfully, the little rat who’d sabotaged me didn’t get the position either. When the Technical Instructor talked to me later, after the huge blow up in front of all my troops, she said she understood and they should never have assigned me away from the dorm that night. But too late. She’d made her decision for a new Fearless Leader and it stood.
Her last words to me after the inspection were something to this effect. “Now, go show ‘em all what you’ve got. And do it for yourself this time.”
I thought she was merely trying to make me feel better, but now, in retrospect, I understand that there come times when we need to think of our responsibility to ourselves. We get so caught up in doing for others; we short change ourselves.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ll be the first one to volunteer, but I also know that now, I have to make time for myself. I have to give some of the things I want a priority.
Do you save time for yourself?