The metal frame of my above ground pool had rusted through sending 4500 gallons of water gushing everywhere. My son Christian and his friend Scott disassembled the remains and the metal frame and posts were put out by the curb. My yard man said he could haul it off and that the city dump would charge $50 to let him dump it there. $50! I thought! Wow. When my pools have broken before I have never had to pay $50 at the dump. My recollection was that the trash men had picked them up before.
I decided to buy a 6 pack of beer for my trash men and hoped that the beer would entice them to pick up the debris. I "saw" the debris GONE. My mental commitment was for the debris to be gone without further effort or expense on my part except for the purchase of the beer.
Before I had time to get to the store to buy the beer, I saw a man pull up by the fig tree that grows by the curb where the debris was placed. The man got out and walked toward the fig tree. "You have got to be kidding me!" I thought. "This guy is going to park his truck, walk over to my fig tree and steal my figs in the middle of broad daylight?"
He reached for a fig. I assertively walked out onto the driveway and said to the man, "NO HIGOS!" The man was Hispanic and Higos is the Spanish word for figs. "NO HIGOS!: I repeated. "THOSE ARE MY HIGOS!" The man held his hands in the air like I was had him at gunpoint. "NO HIGOS!" I repeated. "I only take 2" he sheepishly said.
I walked back in to the house and peered out the window. What saw next brought a chuckle and a reminder that when we hold the thought for something that we want, we may not know HOW it will come to pass. The man loaded all the metal debris into the bed of his truck. The debris was gone, exactly what I had envisioned.
It only cost two figs.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Believing Pays Off
Silver Sandals
Chico’s is by far one of my most favorite places to shop for clothing. Each month, Chico’s home office mails out catalogs, showing their newest fashions. Sometimes I move quickly on items that I see that are of interest to me and sometimes I procrastinate. Procrastinating is not a wise thing to do when you see something you like in the Chico’s catalog because there is a great likelihood that it will be sold out soon after all the eager, fashion-conscious women receive their new catalog.
Spring of 2006, I noticed a pair of metallic silver sandals in the new catalog. I wanted them. I took no action though for several weeks. I called the store manager, Shawn, and described the sandals to her. Shawn said, “Oh Joy, they are all gone.” I asked her to check with the other Chico’s stores to see if there was a pair in my size. While she agreed to do the search, she was adamant that there was almost zero likelihood of the sandals being found.
I knew that for this to work, I needed to engage Shawn in believing that it was possible as well. I was determined and visualized the sandals on my feet. I conveyed my determination and conviction to Shawn. She told me that she would call if she found them. When I didn’t hear from her promptly, I knew that the shoes had not been located in another Chico’s store. Still, I kept believing. I wanted those sandals and believed that they were mine.
A few days later, Shawn phoned and said, “Joy, you won’t believe what happened.” “Oh YES I will believe it and I LOVE stories like this. Tell me what happened!” I responded.
Shawn shared with me that she “happened to decide” to clean out the back room. She was moving some shoe boxes and one of the boxes felt heavier than the other boxes, which were empty. Shawn opened the box and there were my shoes: silver metallic, size seven!
While I was very happy, I wasn’t surprised at all. My belief and conviction to have what I wanted had created a force field of thought. Shawn decided to be the one to clean out the back room. Any of the other staff would not have recognized the shoes’ importance. Was this coincidence? I choose to believe that my conviction and belief caused a chain of events that resulted in my reward of the shoes. Had I not believed, I would not have conveyed this determination to Shawn. If she hadn’t realized the importance of my having those sandals, it might not have made a big enough impression on her to have even thought to notify me when she found the shoes. But I DID believe, and in believing, got what I wanted.
Belief creates the feeling. It’s the feeling that draws it to you. When you have inspired thoughts you have to trust them and then act on them!
“Faith is to believe what you do not see. The reward for this faith is to see what you believe.” St. Augustine
Chico’s is by far one of my most favorite places to shop for clothing. Each month, Chico’s home office mails out catalogs, showing their newest fashions. Sometimes I move quickly on items that I see that are of interest to me and sometimes I procrastinate. Procrastinating is not a wise thing to do when you see something you like in the Chico’s catalog because there is a great likelihood that it will be sold out soon after all the eager, fashion-conscious women receive their new catalog.
Spring of 2006, I noticed a pair of metallic silver sandals in the new catalog. I wanted them. I took no action though for several weeks. I called the store manager, Shawn, and described the sandals to her. Shawn said, “Oh Joy, they are all gone.” I asked her to check with the other Chico’s stores to see if there was a pair in my size. While she agreed to do the search, she was adamant that there was almost zero likelihood of the sandals being found.
I knew that for this to work, I needed to engage Shawn in believing that it was possible as well. I was determined and visualized the sandals on my feet. I conveyed my determination and conviction to Shawn. She told me that she would call if she found them. When I didn’t hear from her promptly, I knew that the shoes had not been located in another Chico’s store. Still, I kept believing. I wanted those sandals and believed that they were mine.
A few days later, Shawn phoned and said, “Joy, you won’t believe what happened.” “Oh YES I will believe it and I LOVE stories like this. Tell me what happened!” I responded.
Shawn shared with me that she “happened to decide” to clean out the back room. She was moving some shoe boxes and one of the boxes felt heavier than the other boxes, which were empty. Shawn opened the box and there were my shoes: silver metallic, size seven!
While I was very happy, I wasn’t surprised at all. My belief and conviction to have what I wanted had created a force field of thought. Shawn decided to be the one to clean out the back room. Any of the other staff would not have recognized the shoes’ importance. Was this coincidence? I choose to believe that my conviction and belief caused a chain of events that resulted in my reward of the shoes. Had I not believed, I would not have conveyed this determination to Shawn. If she hadn’t realized the importance of my having those sandals, it might not have made a big enough impression on her to have even thought to notify me when she found the shoes. But I DID believe, and in believing, got what I wanted.
Belief creates the feeling. It’s the feeling that draws it to you. When you have inspired thoughts you have to trust them and then act on them!
“Faith is to believe what you do not see. The reward for this faith is to see what you believe.” St. Augustine
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Determination Pays Off
The Missing Camera
Camping trips to the Kerrville Folk Festival often included a trip to the nearby Medina River. Middle-aged Flower Children congregated there to enjoy the refreshing clear water and surrounding beauty of the Texas Hill Country. We always brought snacks, towels, water and because I love to document the fun I am having in my life with pictures, I always took my camera. My boys and friends and I had spent a great afternoon at the river and returned to the campsite at the Kerrville Folk Festival grounds. As I unpacked from the trip to the river, I realized that my camera was missing. I realized that I must have left it on the banks of the river.
One of my friends who had been raised in a rough environment immediately went to the negative and affirmed, “Your camera has been stolen. You will never get it back.” I chose not to believe that.
The next day, we went back to the river and the camera was nowhere to be found. While I didn’t have an attachment to the camera, the pictures in the camera were priceless to me. I persevered. I went to the lost and found at the Kerrville Folk Festival campgrounds. The attendant said that no camera had been turned in.
For the next 2 days, I kept seeing myself joyously holding my camera, and saw myself being elated that my pictures were safe and sound. I made another trip to the lost and found. No camera.
On the last day of the trip, the van was loaded and we were driving off the Folk Festival campgrounds. I asked my friend to stop. I was going to go to the lost and found one last time.
I went into the little building where the lost and found was located. I inquired about a camera being turned in. Nancy Lee, the owner of the ranch said that no camera had been turned in. Determined, I described the case that the camera was in. Nancy Lee’s eyes lit up and she exclaimed, “Oh we have it here! It was here the first day you came. I just didn’t know that there was a camera inside the case!”
I proudly walked back to the van. My negative friend could hardly believe what he saw. The camera had not been stolen. It had lovingly been turned into the lost and found. My determination and belief that the camera’s return was possible created my idea to describe in detail what the camera case looked like. What a wonderful success! I was glad that my sons got to witness the successful results of my believing and my determination!
We are all in a tug of war between the good, the positive, the Truth, a good life and the old teachings, the old way of life of limitation and struggle.
“A little believing goes a long way!” Michael Phelps, Olympic gold medal winner.
May determination spark you to have all that you desire in your life!
Camping trips to the Kerrville Folk Festival often included a trip to the nearby Medina River. Middle-aged Flower Children congregated there to enjoy the refreshing clear water and surrounding beauty of the Texas Hill Country. We always brought snacks, towels, water and because I love to document the fun I am having in my life with pictures, I always took my camera. My boys and friends and I had spent a great afternoon at the river and returned to the campsite at the Kerrville Folk Festival grounds. As I unpacked from the trip to the river, I realized that my camera was missing. I realized that I must have left it on the banks of the river.
One of my friends who had been raised in a rough environment immediately went to the negative and affirmed, “Your camera has been stolen. You will never get it back.” I chose not to believe that.
The next day, we went back to the river and the camera was nowhere to be found. While I didn’t have an attachment to the camera, the pictures in the camera were priceless to me. I persevered. I went to the lost and found at the Kerrville Folk Festival campgrounds. The attendant said that no camera had been turned in.
For the next 2 days, I kept seeing myself joyously holding my camera, and saw myself being elated that my pictures were safe and sound. I made another trip to the lost and found. No camera.
On the last day of the trip, the van was loaded and we were driving off the Folk Festival campgrounds. I asked my friend to stop. I was going to go to the lost and found one last time.
I went into the little building where the lost and found was located. I inquired about a camera being turned in. Nancy Lee, the owner of the ranch said that no camera had been turned in. Determined, I described the case that the camera was in. Nancy Lee’s eyes lit up and she exclaimed, “Oh we have it here! It was here the first day you came. I just didn’t know that there was a camera inside the case!”
I proudly walked back to the van. My negative friend could hardly believe what he saw. The camera had not been stolen. It had lovingly been turned into the lost and found. My determination and belief that the camera’s return was possible created my idea to describe in detail what the camera case looked like. What a wonderful success! I was glad that my sons got to witness the successful results of my believing and my determination!
We are all in a tug of war between the good, the positive, the Truth, a good life and the old teachings, the old way of life of limitation and struggle.
“A little believing goes a long way!” Michael Phelps, Olympic gold medal winner.
May determination spark you to have all that you desire in your life!
Friday, March 11, 2011
Keep Your Eyes on the Prize
We all have a vision for the life we would like to live. Sometimes our vision grows dim and we fall short of our dream. How does this occur?
1. We allow ourselves to become sidetracked.
2. We talk ourselves out of having what we want.
3. We allow others to talk us our of our vision.
4. Old programming sabotages our steps to success.
The following was written by a man who, to numb the pain of inactivity in a POW camp during WW11, wrote a book on toilet tissue.
Commitment
“Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too.
All sorts of things occur to help one that would never have otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamt would come his way.
I have learned a deep respect for one of Geothe's couplets:
Whatever you can do, or dream you can,
begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it."
W.H. Murray
I have been working on a book for almost 4 years. When I complain that Microsoft Word isn't working properly, I remember Margaret Mitchell who wrote Gone with the Wind while she was in bed because of a broken ankle. Mitchell certainly didn't have the luxury of a computer!
About becoming distracted: I was typing away on this concept about not becoming distracted when an IM from a dear friend popped up. I put the writing aside for a moment to connect with her. Then another friend saw me on line and sent me a hug on Facebook. When I clicked over to receive the hug (now that could have surely waited!) I lost everything I had written. That is how easily we can get distracted, and how doing so causes us to lose momentum!
Suggestion:
Take 5 minutes. Have pen and paper handy. Write a few sentences or key words to describe your life vision. Close your eyes, and listen. Write down any impressions you receive about action steps you can take to reach your prize.
Walt Monk, delightfully successful entrepreneur wisely stated, “Your success in life is in direct relation to your ability to keep commitments.”
Keep your outer as well as your inner eyes on the prize!
1. We allow ourselves to become sidetracked.
2. We talk ourselves out of having what we want.
3. We allow others to talk us our of our vision.
4. Old programming sabotages our steps to success.
The following was written by a man who, to numb the pain of inactivity in a POW camp during WW11, wrote a book on toilet tissue.
Commitment
“Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too.
All sorts of things occur to help one that would never have otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamt would come his way.
I have learned a deep respect for one of Geothe's couplets:
Whatever you can do, or dream you can,
begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it."
W.H. Murray
I have been working on a book for almost 4 years. When I complain that Microsoft Word isn't working properly, I remember Margaret Mitchell who wrote Gone with the Wind while she was in bed because of a broken ankle. Mitchell certainly didn't have the luxury of a computer!
About becoming distracted: I was typing away on this concept about not becoming distracted when an IM from a dear friend popped up. I put the writing aside for a moment to connect with her. Then another friend saw me on line and sent me a hug on Facebook. When I clicked over to receive the hug (now that could have surely waited!) I lost everything I had written. That is how easily we can get distracted, and how doing so causes us to lose momentum!
Suggestion:
Take 5 minutes. Have pen and paper handy. Write a few sentences or key words to describe your life vision. Close your eyes, and listen. Write down any impressions you receive about action steps you can take to reach your prize.
Walt Monk, delightfully successful entrepreneur wisely stated, “Your success in life is in direct relation to your ability to keep commitments.”
Keep your outer as well as your inner eyes on the prize!
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Persevere
"The pessimist complains about the wind, the optimist expects it to change, the realist adjusts the sails." ~ William Arthur Ward
There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.
The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in
summer, and the youngest son in the fall.
When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.
The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.
The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.
The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.
The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.
The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.
He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.
If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.
Moral:
Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.
Don't judge life by one difficult season.
Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come sometime or later.
There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.
The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in
summer, and the youngest son in the fall.
When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.
The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.
The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.
The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.
The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.
The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.
He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.
If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.
Moral:
Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.
Don't judge life by one difficult season.
Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come sometime or later.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
All is Well in My World
Have you ever been afraid? It is amazing how our emotions can wreck havoc with us and how we can let fear distort our clarity about reality.
Super Storm 2011 had begun on Tuesday, February 1st. Our world here in the Metroplex was covered by sleet and snow. It was bitterly cold. The next morning I was in a very deep sleep at 6:27 a.m. when I was jolted into being awake by the smoke alarm-like sound blaring loudly from the carbon monoxide detector. I knew what that sound meant; power had gone out. My first reaction was fear. I panicked. No power? It is 12 degrees out there and I have no power? My thoughts first raced to my greenhouse with my beloved plants, some of which I have had for over 40 years. I was running 2 electric heaters out there along with a propane heater. Power outage meant I had to rely only on the propane heater, which I knew would not be enough to keep the greenhouse above freezing, and we had DAYS of well below freezing weather coming.
Next I thought of keeping myself warm. Every hotel from Granbury to Denton was booked because of Super Bowl. How could I stay here and see my clients and heat a space to do that?
My dog. How will I keep my dog warm?
What about my pipes? If there is no heat in the house except my gas stove will my pipes freeze?
How will I dry my hair? I guess I could lean over the stove and dry my hair by the flames on the gas burners. How will I take a shower without it being way too cold?
Needless to say, by that time I was fully awake. I got my flashlight and called Oncor. I reached a voice recording that described "Rolling Blackouts." I felt some relief, knowing that the power outage might be brief.
I sat at my kitchen table watching the time on my cell phone to see if it were an actual power outage or just a rolling blackout. Then it dawned on me to check my battery supply in case I needed more batteries for my flashlight. I didn't have enough.
I live 2 miles from Cowboy Stadium. I had prepared for Super Bowl in every way imaginable. I had not prepared for an extended power outage in temperatures that were in the teens.
I didn't need to. That is why it didn't hit my screen to stock up on batteries.
After about 15 minutes, the much welcomed sound of the refrigerator compressor was sweet music to my ears. All electrically powered devices were running again. I took a deep breath and relaxed. Wow. 15 minutes of panic for nothing.
What I learned from this was simple yet powerful. If I need to do something, I will get a sense that I need to do it. I had had my courier double up on groceries the week before Super Storm. My conscious mind thought it was to prepare for Super Bowl. I recall telling her that "we might not be able to get to Whole Foods." As events unfolded, the drive to Whole Foods would have been very stressful for her in that ice. What needed to be prepared for got prepared for.
Affirmation: All is well in my world. I always know what to do and when to do it. I create a wonderful life for myself here and now!
Super Storm 2011 had begun on Tuesday, February 1st. Our world here in the Metroplex was covered by sleet and snow. It was bitterly cold. The next morning I was in a very deep sleep at 6:27 a.m. when I was jolted into being awake by the smoke alarm-like sound blaring loudly from the carbon monoxide detector. I knew what that sound meant; power had gone out. My first reaction was fear. I panicked. No power? It is 12 degrees out there and I have no power? My thoughts first raced to my greenhouse with my beloved plants, some of which I have had for over 40 years. I was running 2 electric heaters out there along with a propane heater. Power outage meant I had to rely only on the propane heater, which I knew would not be enough to keep the greenhouse above freezing, and we had DAYS of well below freezing weather coming.
Next I thought of keeping myself warm. Every hotel from Granbury to Denton was booked because of Super Bowl. How could I stay here and see my clients and heat a space to do that?
My dog. How will I keep my dog warm?
What about my pipes? If there is no heat in the house except my gas stove will my pipes freeze?
How will I dry my hair? I guess I could lean over the stove and dry my hair by the flames on the gas burners. How will I take a shower without it being way too cold?
Needless to say, by that time I was fully awake. I got my flashlight and called Oncor. I reached a voice recording that described "Rolling Blackouts." I felt some relief, knowing that the power outage might be brief.
I sat at my kitchen table watching the time on my cell phone to see if it were an actual power outage or just a rolling blackout. Then it dawned on me to check my battery supply in case I needed more batteries for my flashlight. I didn't have enough.
I live 2 miles from Cowboy Stadium. I had prepared for Super Bowl in every way imaginable. I had not prepared for an extended power outage in temperatures that were in the teens.
I didn't need to. That is why it didn't hit my screen to stock up on batteries.
After about 15 minutes, the much welcomed sound of the refrigerator compressor was sweet music to my ears. All electrically powered devices were running again. I took a deep breath and relaxed. Wow. 15 minutes of panic for nothing.
What I learned from this was simple yet powerful. If I need to do something, I will get a sense that I need to do it. I had had my courier double up on groceries the week before Super Storm. My conscious mind thought it was to prepare for Super Bowl. I recall telling her that "we might not be able to get to Whole Foods." As events unfolded, the drive to Whole Foods would have been very stressful for her in that ice. What needed to be prepared for got prepared for.
Affirmation: All is well in my world. I always know what to do and when to do it. I create a wonderful life for myself here and now!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
I Choose Peace! I Choose Unconditional Love!
One fall evening I was eating dinner when my friend arrived, tool in hand, to put on my new license plates. I had bought the car that I had been leasing, and new plates had been issued. I was just a few minutes away from finishing my well earned dinner. My friend began to ask me questions about the plates. It was apparent to me that his focus was on getting the plates on whether I was finished with my dinner or not. I became irritated. I answered his questions and continued to eat while my friend went outside to change out the plates.
In about 3 minutes, my friend came back inside and announced, "Your registration doesn't expire until next May." This announcement threw me for a loop.I said, "Are you sure it's not the inspection that expires in May?" "No, it is your registration." I felt confused, abandoned dinner and began to dig through the paperwork from the leasing company to see if I could determine whether or not the registration were, in fact good for another few months, and if so, why I was charged for a full year. Something was off. Something was wrong. I am one of those intuitive people that can sense it if a cashier hands me change that is even a penny off.
I sat at my desk, reading the paperwork, looking for a clue. My friend began to tell me all the horrible things that could happen if I didn't change the plates.He went on and on and on. I was much more interested in finding the truth about the registration than hearing information that I did NOT need. I became more irritated. I am changing the plates. Why do I need my mind filled with all these negative thoughts?? He went on and on. My disinterest in what he was saying must have been blatantly obvious because my friend became angry. His anger looked ridiculous to me and I became judgmental. At that point I excused myself and went out to sit in my greenhouse where I could get myself back together, back into a loving space.
I sat affirming, "I choose peace. I choose unconditional love. I choose harmony!" Then my thoughts went to, "I wish that ##**### would take his car keys and get out of my space!" Then "I choose peace. I choose unconditional love. I choose harmony!" Then "That *#*! Who does he think he is talking to me that way!" Then I shifted back to my peace, unconditional love and harmony statement. I went back and forth.
The commitment that I had to myself was to shift to peace, unconditional love and harmony. It took a full TEN minutes of going back and forth from my angry, judgmental thoughts to my peaceful thoughts before I finally came to peace.
My friend came out into the greenhouse with a smile on his face. He announced, "It is your inspection sticker that expires in May, not your registration. Your plates are changed."
Who did I change? I stayed true to my commitment and changed myself. Knowing that he had been wrong, I could have easily slipped back into judgment. The place of peace that I had achieved felt much better so I decided to stay with the peace, unconditional love and harmony.
We are always at choice. We can always choose. What do you choose today?
In about 3 minutes, my friend came back inside and announced, "Your registration doesn't expire until next May." This announcement threw me for a loop.I said, "Are you sure it's not the inspection that expires in May?" "No, it is your registration." I felt confused, abandoned dinner and began to dig through the paperwork from the leasing company to see if I could determine whether or not the registration were, in fact good for another few months, and if so, why I was charged for a full year. Something was off. Something was wrong. I am one of those intuitive people that can sense it if a cashier hands me change that is even a penny off.
I sat at my desk, reading the paperwork, looking for a clue. My friend began to tell me all the horrible things that could happen if I didn't change the plates.He went on and on and on. I was much more interested in finding the truth about the registration than hearing information that I did NOT need. I became more irritated. I am changing the plates. Why do I need my mind filled with all these negative thoughts?? He went on and on. My disinterest in what he was saying must have been blatantly obvious because my friend became angry. His anger looked ridiculous to me and I became judgmental. At that point I excused myself and went out to sit in my greenhouse where I could get myself back together, back into a loving space.
I sat affirming, "I choose peace. I choose unconditional love. I choose harmony!" Then my thoughts went to, "I wish that ##**### would take his car keys and get out of my space!" Then "I choose peace. I choose unconditional love. I choose harmony!" Then "That *#*! Who does he think he is talking to me that way!" Then I shifted back to my peace, unconditional love and harmony statement. I went back and forth.
The commitment that I had to myself was to shift to peace, unconditional love and harmony. It took a full TEN minutes of going back and forth from my angry, judgmental thoughts to my peaceful thoughts before I finally came to peace.
My friend came out into the greenhouse with a smile on his face. He announced, "It is your inspection sticker that expires in May, not your registration. Your plates are changed."
Who did I change? I stayed true to my commitment and changed myself. Knowing that he had been wrong, I could have easily slipped back into judgment. The place of peace that I had achieved felt much better so I decided to stay with the peace, unconditional love and harmony.
We are always at choice. We can always choose. What do you choose today?
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