It was a Tuesday morning. My husband had spent Monday preparing for a colonoscopy. If you have not prepared for this necessary preventative procedure due to age – under 45 – or because you are living in a land of ignoring the suggested guidelines, then you are in for a treat. My squeaky-clean husband and I headed to the physician’s office for the 8am procedure. Despite the falling rain, traffic flowed well. I found the perfect parking spot, and surprise, surprise – the office required only a small amount of additional paperwork. He was called at 7:30 and we were finished and headed home by 8:30.
I was feeling mighty good about the momentum of the day. And then we heard the ping. My response to the sound, “Well that didn’t sound good,” was answered with a groggy, “No it didn’t.”
In my haste to make breakfast for the one who hadn’t eaten solid food since Sunday before heading to a dental appointment, I forgot the ping until I parked at the dentist office. I saw the creeping diagonal crack across the windshield. My perfect day had a perfect crack in it before 10am. I had two choices – be upset or be grateful. I chose the latter.
I was grateful that it was a small object that had hit the car. And because we are all interconnected, I was grateful that it happened to us and not to someone who had no insurance coverage.
At home after the dentist’s visit, I continued to look for the magical moments of gratitude. I found them. The hygienist complimented my flossing. The dentist assured me that the filling in a wisdom tooth was intact and secure. My perfect day was restored.
Fast forward to flossing after dinner and what did I feel in my mouth beside teeth? The filling that was supposed to be intact and secure. The choice arose again, upset, or grateful. It was a little tougher this time to access gratitude. I got there aided by the lack of pain.
I awoke the next morning to a spectacular sunrise and experienced an exceptional centering session. This was a perfect day for making pepper jelly. As I made the jelly, I was reminded of the previous day’s events and thought that they aligned metaphorically with making pepper jelly. The peppers represented the crack and the lost filling. Gratitude over grumbling was represented by sugar, apple cider vinegar, lime juice and salt. The memory of the day before provided the heat to bring the ingredients to a boil. I made pepper jelly – hot, spicy, and sweet. What more could one want from a perfect day?
PONDER THIS THOUGHT---Perfect days are a myth choose to be grateful anyway.
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