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I’ve recently encountered what seems to be a relentless string of unfortunate events – which, to a host of mere miracle working – have become some of my best stories to date.
Think missed alarm to my first interstate client presentation, leaving my luxury wallet on the roof of my car in a questionable neighborhood, spilling coffee all over a merino poncho at the start of a working day. The list could go on, with most of the episodes downright stupid, and causing into question my validity as a law-abiding, resourceful or capable citizen.
Apparently, just when I think I’ve gotten my act together and on due course to #adulting properly, something hilarious happens. Something, which causes me to stop, have a laff, and share my momentary misfortune with someone who definitely laughs at (not with) me.
After no joke, about a week of non-stop daily encounters of the worst kind, I stopped to seriously consider what was seriously wrong with me.
Why was karma simultaneously teasing and rewarding me so regularly. And more scarily, when would the good resolutions end. Was my limit almost up?
Speaking out loud, I realized there was such a basic, elementary undertone. Don’t shoot me…Gratitude.
Thinking about it, I thanked the lawd for:
- Free-flowing traffic allowing me to reach the VA333 en route to Sydney that frightful morning
- The kind couple and accompanying Bull Mastiff for walking past my car before the sun had set, making my Prada life-blood visible
- My unwavering tendency to leave a spare blazer on my desk chair when I ruined my previous outfit.
Thank ya, thank ya, and thank ya again.
It got me thinking like, what if there was always something / someone who had your back, and everything was a simple exercise in remembering to not take things too seriously?
I get it, there are a world of worse things to happen to someone compared to my simple existential errors e.g. coffee spills. But I’m hoping this ability to be light-hearted in the face of mistakes can signal a trend towards ease when things do get really tough.
I hope in the clamour of small wrongdoings we can appreciate that often it’s a masked suitor who is staging a hugely necessary wake-up call to look retrospectively, on everything there IS to be grateful for.
Like all the times alarms rang, when cars turned on without the need for RACV assistance, when parents/friends/partners were supportive, personal trainers were gentle, or you could leave work on time to enjoy the sunset.
Step back babies, and look around, promise it ain’t ALL bad.
– S.