I have a little morning routine going on even before I leave my bed. I meditate, write in my Little Book of Gratefulness and ponder on the meaning of my daily angel card reading. Then I'll do some blogging related stuff: scheduling and writing posts, replying to comments, that sort of thing. I might enter a couple of competitions on Prizefinder too. All with a great big steaming cuppa to welcome in the day. But yesterday's routine was disrupted. Louis rang at 6:45 He's been poorly for a couple of days but despite that had struggled into school. But he'd woken up feeling much worse and his dad had left home early to get to the airport to take his girlfriend away from his birthday. Could I come and get him?
So I dropped everything and by 7:15 I was out on the road for a forty mile round trip. I started off feeling grumpy. My precious me time had been snatched away. In the old days those emotions would have gone unchecked for the whole journey. These days I try to change the focus by listening to uplifting music or something inspiring on YouTube. After all it's only me that my bitter twisted inner world will affect. So I switched from resentful thinking to listening to this Wayne Dyer talk for the second time in a week. There were lessons within it that I hadn't quite absorbed the first time around so that's why I made a return visit.
In one part Wayne speaks about two very similar encounters where he was asked what it was like to live in his hometown. He'd turned the question around each time. 'What's it like where you live?' he'd asked the two individuals. One talked about how she found the residents tricky whereas the other said that they were friendly and caring. 'That's pretty much how you'll find folks to be here.' he replied on each occasion.
Yes, we do make our own reality. I ditched the grumpiness and started to notice my world around me. It was touching how a groggy looking Louis was so pleased to see me when I arrived to pick him up. I'd done right. And the drive back was lovely. The light was beautiful and although this picture isn't my own, the one over the South Hams yesterday morning was just as much of a humdinger. I'd have missed it if I'd have stayed at home and would have done too if I'd stayed in the negative fretful mindset.