Today I was highly irritable. It felt like most of the time I was acting out of someone else’s body, someone else’s space. Did I really cop an attitude with the vacuum repair man? Did I actually check my email over a hundred times? How loud must I have just yelled at my son if my throat was hoarse afterwards? By the time I made it to the end of dinner, I felt depleted and far away from myself. You can imagine my delight when my hubby invited me for coffee and my sister’s willingness to do the kids’ bedtime routine while we slipped away for connection over chai lattes.
In just one short hour of telling our stories, we found ourselves again and began to bring color to the gray areas of the past few days. And now, the power and the gift of reflection which allows me to acknowledge my experiences, and if needed, change them.
So to the vacuum repairman: you really are doing a great job on limited resources and I like the smell of your store. To my iPhone: I have decided that I am addicted to you and your sleek convenience. When I pull you out of my pocket tomorrow, I will make sure that I have looked at the blue sky more than I do my apps. And to my precious 5 year old son: you light up my life with your boundless energy. Tomorrow, I will try raising awareness to my breath instead of raising my voice.
There - now that feels much better! :)