Think On the Good
I had just gotten a hot new haircut and was happy and feeling
rather good, when something happened and that feeling was almost forgotten.
On the way home from the haircut, I stopped to pick up
supplies from the hardware store. The deed was done and I was loading the heavy
items into the back of my car when a woman pulled up into the space next
to me. There were many other spaces, but something in my energy pulled her
right there.
After parking as close to my car as she possibly could, she got out of
her's, walked around to where I was and looked me up and down as if daring me
to speak. I did, I said hello.
She muttered something and marched into the store.
I finished my work out with
the heavy items, checked my hair in the rear window and smiled at my new self,
but when I walked around to the driver’s side door to get in, I realized that I
couldn’t because the woman had parked too closely.
I tried to get in from the passenger’s side and considered
climbing through the window, like Jenny McCarthy in the movie Heat, but thought better of it, so I
went back into the big store to try to find the woman.
I needed to be home to get ready to go out to dinner with friends, so
I quickly asked the customer service folks to page close parking woman.
The announcement was made three times and I met several nice
people who also drove her make and model, before the woman finally appeared.
She was angry and yelling about how that black woman had better not hit her car
when someone pointed out that I was standing right there. (I’m always amazed
how race and differences come up and out when we are I the wrong.)
I didn’t give her a chance to speak; I calmly said, “Your car
is fine, but I can’t get out of my space.”
She barked that she didn’t know how that could be and marched
back to the car.
She got in and hurriedly pulled her car back while I got into
mine. She waited for me to do so and when I did, she pulled right back into the
spot the same way; only now she took up two spaces.
She never said thank you, or I’m sorry and clearly acted as
if I had done something to her.
As I drove off, I wanted to turn around and tell her a thing
or six and then I thought of my six thing rule.
It
takes six positive events to undo the feeling of the negative one, but why
wait, so whenever something negative occurs, I think of six positive events that have also happened.
I thought of my new haircut and my barber Vernon who made me
laugh when I told him that he could change it if I didn’t like it. He told me
that I would be wearing it if I liked it or not.
I thought of my friends that I’d be seeing later and how they
always brought me joy. I thought of how my daughter had made me watermelon juice
that morning and all of the beautiful folks at the farmers market. I thought of the joy in my manager, Jeanine’s voice that morning when she called to
share ideas and possibilities and I thought of the look on my electrician’s face
when he talked about his grandchildren.
I was smiling like a loon when I looked in the mirror and saw
my new self and new haircut and suddenly, the woman and the time sucking event was a distant
memory.
We all possess the power to
change our thoughts and our mood, even when crap happens.
Smile, think of six
good things and smile some more.
Be you, be well, be the smiling six.
Bertice Berry, PhD.
Thanks Bertice, I needed this to kick-start my Monday!
ReplyDeleteAmanda