Last week, Tuesday if a recall, I hit a car. I was looking for a place to park, when spotted, I turned the steering wheel all the way to the right and hit a passing car, whose driver was not an expert at avoiding incoming objects. (oh well!).
Yesterday driving a friend’s car (mine was at the body shop) I hit another car bumper to bumper. After a long discussion of who was at fault we realized it was a minor scratch, that a nearby policeman had seen that the car in front of me had suddenly stopped and that it was not worth the waste of time, so we both drivers were allowed to leave.
That was so stressing!
On my way to work I saw a playground and a wall paint. I parked my car, well my friend’s car. The paint on the wall has leaves made of hands, children’s hands and around it you can read: friendship, love and hope. I stayed there for about 15 minutes, balancing on the swing, thinking about all my blessings. Then I left with a serene mind and everything went smooth.
Today I was complaining about why things don’t go the way I want.
Someone near to me say, hey! The way you want it doesn’t mean it is the best for you… so I stopped for a minute (actually hours) to think.
As it turns out, I have a selfish and inadvertently way to see things, for what I want, must happen right now. I didn’t realize that sometimes one makes mistakes in order to look for instant gratification.
I was wrong. For sure I can see a part of what I think will be good for me, but nevertheless is just a narrow view of the good things that awaits me that I can’t see.
The best action to take is … to wait. To wait because if I don’t get what I want it is because something better is being created for me that will go beyond my own expectation, because what I see now is just a small part of the whole thing.
I thought and thought whether to set up a christmas tree or not. My first option was not to. Then a friend of mine said I should.. mmm… and so I did. Took me more than a couple of hours.
And when I finished I felt like Christmas was here. I’m glad I did. (Flori and Candy enjoyed the set up too.. 🙂 )
At first I was going to give a long long explanation of withered roses and blooming ones. Then I thought about being alive among not so alive ones…Then I remembered Niel Diamon’s songs “Craclin’ Rosie” that is a bottle of wine, which by the way, has a story… but I will not bore you with that, today.