In college I rented a house that had a ceiling fan right above my bed. On cooler nights, I’d turn it on and watch it speed up; and the whole fan would wobble in a circle. It was somewhat soothing to watch it slowly and rhythmically go in circles. On the warmer nights, watching the fan on medium was less than comforting; the small wobbling circle turned into a larger more erratic circle. I never put the fan on high for more than a few seconds--for fear that it would rip itself out of the ceiling.
I took it upon myself to fix this rogue fan by measuring the height of each blade from the ceiling and making small adjustments to each blade. I had to add a washer or two, one blade required enough pressure to bend the metal support to make it right. It took time and it took effort; but in time, I could use the high setting without fear. There is still a little wobble, but hey, it’s a work in progress.
As it tuns out, our lives are a lot like that ceiling fan--we keep going faster and faster with a few wobbles here and there. Sometimes we make adjustments, sometimes we don’t, but we all see the warning signs. Ignoring the wobble won’t hurt anything for the time being, but as we speed up and take on more and more, it becomes dangerous. When we don’t make adjustments to the various parts of our lives, we wear ourselves out, and eventually we’ll rip ourselves from the ceiling and do incredible damage to ourselves and everyone around us.
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