Today I got my shipments from HealthForce and Cafe Gratitude. The delivery came just seconds before I had to haul ass to the Toyota dealership to give my Scion some love and affection (and to make the "maintenance required" light go away). I was bummed that I didn't get time to settle in with my boxes and carefully pour over each piece of it. But rather than dwell or make myself late, I snatched my I Am Grateful book off the top and hit the road.
In the hour that they were working on my car, I sat with Tristan Prettyman in my ears and the book at my fingertips. I read every single page, perused every recipe and totally digested the concept of healing, being present, expressing gratitude and taking control of my thinking. It was like a little voice whispering in my ear that really made me think consciously about how every moment is my choice and I control how I will let my past and my future play a role in my now. I was almost disappointed when the Toyota representative called my name to tell me that my car was ready. I wasn't ready to put the book down.
Rather than do the usual and head home for a nap or some TV/internet time before tonight, I opted to stop by the store to do something I've been procrastinating on for awhile now. On Saturday is our company Christmas party and they do it up every year. People dress up and really enjoy this time together in our little Research community. The first year I was able to go (2007) I wasn't aware of how nice people would dress up. I was just in my cotton grey/black striped dress and felt so out of place but I had fun anyway. Last year I was in Indiana and missed the party due to other work obligations. This year I have been so excited to find a dress, take my best friend and really just enjoy it to the full extent.
But therein lies the rub. I've been putting off shopping for a dress. I've been carrying around 60 extra pounds since I had my daughter seven years ago. However, whenever I go shopping I don't feel as heavy as I am which only leads to an epic disappointment in the dressing room. A typical clothes shopping excursion for me just ends in a lot of disappointment, feeling bad about myself and leaving the store empty handed. This is why I live in polos from work events and t-shirts 90% of the time. But today I went in with a new attitude. I was going to shop the size I know I am, despite how I feel. I was going to find a dress that screamed beautiful and I was going to own it. I picked 4 dresses to try on. On the very first try I had my dress. The first dress I put on felt good, looked good and made me feel amazing. I can't recall this happening in the past. Ever.
Is it a coincidence that all of these things collided on the same day? I don't think so. Magic happens when you put on a smile and approach life through optimistic eyes.
In the hour that they were working on my car, I sat with Tristan Prettyman in my ears and the book at my fingertips. I read every single page, perused every recipe and totally digested the concept of healing, being present, expressing gratitude and taking control of my thinking. It was like a little voice whispering in my ear that really made me think consciously about how every moment is my choice and I control how I will let my past and my future play a role in my now. I was almost disappointed when the Toyota representative called my name to tell me that my car was ready. I wasn't ready to put the book down.
Rather than do the usual and head home for a nap or some TV/internet time before tonight, I opted to stop by the store to do something I've been procrastinating on for awhile now. On Saturday is our company Christmas party and they do it up every year. People dress up and really enjoy this time together in our little Research community. The first year I was able to go (2007) I wasn't aware of how nice people would dress up. I was just in my cotton grey/black striped dress and felt so out of place but I had fun anyway. Last year I was in Indiana and missed the party due to other work obligations. This year I have been so excited to find a dress, take my best friend and really just enjoy it to the full extent.
But therein lies the rub. I've been putting off shopping for a dress. I've been carrying around 60 extra pounds since I had my daughter seven years ago. However, whenever I go shopping I don't feel as heavy as I am which only leads to an epic disappointment in the dressing room. A typical clothes shopping excursion for me just ends in a lot of disappointment, feeling bad about myself and leaving the store empty handed. This is why I live in polos from work events and t-shirts 90% of the time. But today I went in with a new attitude. I was going to shop the size I know I am, despite how I feel. I was going to find a dress that screamed beautiful and I was going to own it. I picked 4 dresses to try on. On the very first try I had my dress. The first dress I put on felt good, looked good and made me feel amazing. I can't recall this happening in the past. Ever.
Is it a coincidence that all of these things collided on the same day? I don't think so. Magic happens when you put on a smile and approach life through optimistic eyes.
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