I can pretty quickly turn a blessing into a giant opportunity to worry. Do you know what I mean?
Example: a member of my family is visiting this week. This is clearly an unsolicited miracle not of my own making. (I guess that is what unsolicited means. I felt compelled to repeat “not of my own making.” Forgive me. It’s an important piece for me, obviously,)
Trust me–the details of our history doesn’t matter. That would fodder for another book. But really, details and the whys of my actions no longer interest me in the same way as they use to.
Now the process is the more interesting part of this journey of mindfulness. I guess by process I mean: how do I respond? How can I realign my actions and my behaviors to my intention? In this case, my intention is to savor the blessings.
So, rather than allowing myself to savor the unexpected opportunities to share my world with this Undefined Family Member, I can feel myself slipping into angst over details. Inside my head, that would sound like:
What restaurants do we go to? What is she doesn’t like ______? What is she’s bored? What if the house is too cold?
And on and on.
I am certain: struggling with details is just simply a smokescreen to keep me separate from living within the blessing, the bliss, the grace of this visit.
So–I choose to surrender the outcome of the details.
I choose to accept the blessings.
I choose my life.