325 – November 21
“What! No star, and you are going out to sea? Marching, and you have no music? Traveling, and you have no book? What! No love, and you are going out to live?”—French Proverb
Today I was cranky. Tried not to be anxious—failed. Played poker—lost. Was invited to dinner—canceled.
I am so upbeat most of the time, joy is practically my normal state. When I get moody and out-of-sorts, it is ugly. Mostly to myself. Feels like I took my brain, rinsed it in some muddy water, then put it back in my head. Ugh. The quality of my thoughts on days like this are distasteful. I dare not answer the phone. Getting into bed and turning the electric blanket up to “Nurture” is the only activity permitted.
I remember calling a woman one day who was clearly in the above state of wretchedness. The voice that croaked “Hello?” was trashed, beaten, debilitated, forlorn. Shocked, I blurted, “What’s the matter with you?” She told me how tired and worn out she was from some ‘round the clock project. I suggested she take the rest of the day off, go to bed, rest, and relax. She wasn’t going to get any effective work done today from the state of being she was in; in fact, she could do herself harm by trying to talk to prospective customers from her depleted state of energy. I heard a huge sigh of relief on the other end of the line. She thanked me for giving her permission to opt out of the work she had planned for herself and thought she had to stay committed to do.
So I give myself the same permission to play hooky for a day. I pack myself off to my bed, my haven of dreams, my refuge of the night. Here I will not inflict myself and my misery on others. I read, I meditate, I pray. I shower my brain with as much white light and harmonious energy as I can muster and gradually the dark dirt of desperation dissipates.
Like a cat with the cream, I purr my contentment.
Like Scarlett O’Hara—not everyday, but just this day—I say to all concerns, problems, troubles: “I won’t think about that today. I’ll go crazy if I do. I’ll think about that tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day!”
Today is for playing hooky.
“All things are working together harmoniously for my greater good!”
One day, I left the house at 10:15 and remembered on the freeway that I forgot to get the boarding pass for my trip to Las Vegas. So I called my roommate Shelley on my cell phone to ask her to do it which she did.
But, a Highway Patrolman caught me talking on the cell phone! I looked at him, he looked at me, and I knew I was toast. He pulled me over. As I was coming to a stop, I made peace with the fact that I was getting a ticket. But I decided years ago that I wasn’t going to let little things like that ruin my day or my attitude. We all make mistakes, and sometimes we get caught. It’s just probability theory and math.
So when I rolled down the window to talk with him, he said, “I pulled you over because I saw you talking on a cell phone” and I smiled at him and said, “I am so guilty! You caught me!” and he laughed and I laughed and we had a good giggle.
He said, “Thank you for being honest. You wouldn’t believe how many people lie about it. People say, “Oh, no, you’re wrong. It was my wallet not my cell phone.”
“Sure,” I acknowledged, “like I hold my wallet up to my ear! No, you guys are doing your job and keeping people safer by doing it. I appreciate all that you do, so thank you for your service to the community.”
He smiled, looked down a moment, then said, “Well, because you said that, and as a reward for your honesty and being so nice, I’m going to let you off with just a warning.” What a doll!
He ran my license, and when he came back, I gave him a copy of my book, “The Wealthy Spirit.” “You’re an author?” he said, “Thanks so much!” He grinned and looked really pleased.