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Juggling balls and burning irons

Some of you may have noticed (and some may not) that my blog has been on hiatus for a couple of weeks. First, my apologies - I make an effort to blog weekly and feel guilty with my ball-dropping. On that note, I also wanted to inform you of the happenings of my last month and the many balls that I didn't drop!

Mr. Rooter Corporation has been busy, busy wrapping up 2012 (it's still crazy to think that it's almost the end of the year - where did time go?) and preparing for 2013. I attended our annual International Convention (because it's a chance to reconnect and touch-base with all of the franchisees we see only once a year, we affectionately call it Reunion) and became re-energized and rejuvenated, which is the ultimate goal of Reunion. We have a lot of irons in the fire, all of which we know will make Mr. Rooter an even more world-class company.

All of the comings and goings of the last month have made me really take a look at life and appreciate all that I have. I ran across a post on Facebook yesterday that seemed to match my reminiscent mood, so I decided to share it with you!

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. And as always - make it a world-class day!

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 Beers.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They again agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'

The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

'Now,' said the professor as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things---your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else---the small stuff.

'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn. Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented.

The professor smiled and said, 'I'm glad you asked.' The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.