I walked into a business today, smiled and asked the clerk how she was. “OH! God! ISN’T it a miserable day!” I thought, Gee, I know I’m not happy about the election, but it just seemed like a normal, brisk, somewhat cloudy, eastern Pennsylvania, fall-like….uh…day. Matters were made worse for her, I’m sure, because by the time I left it had started raining quite heavily.
As I left, she said, “Isn’t this just awful?!?” I looked at her and said, “Actually, I’m feeling pretty good. I was thinking about where my leather coat out today because it was so chilly, but then had a senior moment and forgot it. If I’d remembered to get my coat, the rain would have made a mess of it!”
Okay, so I’m not always Pollyanna, but I’d sure rather be a little over-the-top-too happy instead of finding a dark cloud in every blue sky like this chick was. Sheesh!
I have a standard reply when I’m asked how I am. “Blessed and highly favored.” I can’t take credit for that. It’s something I picked up in the south when I lived in Georgia. A southern boy I knew said it was something his grandmother always said without fail. She never complained about anything. She just counted her blessings and knew she was favored by God.
I’m not saying we shouldn’t recognize the problems in the world, our country, our community or our own lives. But recognizing them and spending a good deal of time lamenting them while we are unwilling to do anything about changing our situation is counterproductive. It also makes us really unpleasant to be around.
We are blessed to have the good in our lives. We are favored by a Universal Consciousness that knows only how to give. The trick is to open to that abundance and utilize it to the best of our abilities. You know the old saying, “If life gives you lemons, for heaven’s sake slice one up and plop it into your Bloody Mary!” Hey, screw lemonade.
In Spirit, Truth and Playfulness,