Friday, April 18, 2014

God Must Have A Sense of Humor

I am not a religious woman but I do believe in God so each year for Lent I make a commitment with God to either do something or to sacrifice something.  This year I made a commitment to maintain a positive attitude, to maintain a higher level of awareness, and to go above and beyond as I go through my day.  Some days are easier than others but there are times when I wonder if God has a sense of humor and is just teasing me.
"We educate ourselves and learn to control the mind for one important end: To be less self-centered and more connected to others; to choose compassion in as many moments as we can.”
The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in a myriad of petty, unsexy ways every day."
David Foster Wallace
A  new job structure and a few small changes in routine freed up enough time so I can once again actively participate in things outside of family duties and work.  I was feeling pretty good about life and my commitment for Lent as I gave a few extra dollars to charity, was a little more accommodating on the drive to work, and maintained a higher awareness of people that I encountered throughout the day.  My new attitude was having a positive effect on others around me but it was having an even larger impact on me.  My view of life was changing for the better, I was happier, and small things no longer upset me.   It has been relatively easy to keep my commitment until this past week.
 I have been making changes in my home and I wanted a comfortable chair in my room for reading.  Not only did I find the perfect chair, I found it on sale for half price.  I got the chair home without a problem but when I tried to slide it into my room, it was 1” too wide.  I had to wait until the weekend so I could take off the legs and slide it through the door on its side and then put the legs back on.   What should have taken me fifteen minutes ended up taking much longer.
 A few days later I was relating my story about getting the chair through the door.  The person I was talking to told a story of about her parents who had the same issue with a couch. Her parents couldn’t get a new couch into their house so they began sawing off the legs so they could fit it through the door.   Just as they were just preparing to saw off the fourth leg her sister arrived and showed them how to just unscrew the couch legs to remove them.   I was grateful that I knew how to take the legs off without the saw and we both began to laugh.
 
This week I made my favorite dinner and packaged up my leftovers for my lunch the following day.  The next morning, I woke up early and decided to go to the office a little earlier than normal so I set out the satchel that I take to work next to my lunch and then got ready for work.   Once I got in the car I realized that I forgot to get gas the night before so I drove to the gas station only to discover that their terminals were down.  They temporarily couldn’t take debit or credit cards and I only had $1.50 in my wallet.  The next gas station had the same issue because the point of sale system was down so I decided to stop by the ATM and get cash.  Across the street from the bank I noticed a gas station where people were able to get gas so I decided to try that first but, when I put my card in the card reader, it got stuck. No matter what I did, I couldn’t pull it out of the card reader.  The two ladies who were inside couldn’t get it out either but the three of us had a good chuckle as we took turns trying to pull it out.  They eventually had to call a man who had to unlock the front and push something inside to make it release my card.  Just as I got my card back, someone at the other gas pump said that the card reader wouldn’t take his card. Their point of sale system had just gone down.  It was perfect timing so I just thanked the attendants and went to the ATM, which worked fine, and went back to the station to pay cash just in time for the card readers to come back online.  At this point, instead of being an hour early I would be lucky if I made it to work on time.   
When I was almost to the office, I realized that I forgot my work bag and lunch at home. I then had a moment of panic wondering if I remembered to put my laptop in my car. No lunch means I go to Chipotle across the street but no laptop means I can’t work.  After navigating all of the challenges to try and actually get to work it would be a cruel sense of irony if I had to go back home so I pulled over to check my backseat.  It was a relief to see that my laptop was there but a disappointment to see that the work bag and my lunch were not.  I saw this as a small inconvenience until I was near the parking garage and heard my cell phone beep the alert for a low battery.  This didn’t worry me at first because I knew I could just charge it at work until I remembered that my charger is in my work bag which is next to my lunch sitting on my kitchen counter.  Instead of getting upset, I honored my commitment for Lent and took a deep breath wondering, “What Next?” 
 I didn’t need to wait long to see what was coming next because a few second later I saw it…a raindrop.  The weatherman had predicted a 20% chance of rain which I promptly ignored because I live in Phoenix.  Those of us who live in the desert know that warnings of rain usually means the rain will only come in the surrounding areas instead of where we need it and a 20% chance of rain means it probably won’t happen so there is no point in getting our hopes up.  What we usually get is a dust storm followed by less than a minute of rain, just enough to turn the dust on our cars into mud.  The result gives the illusion to the non- desert dwellers that we spend a lot of time driving on muddy roads in the back country.  I always carry an umbrella just in case I actually get caught in the 60 seconds of moisture but that too is in my work bag, along with my phone charger, and my lunch, which are on my kitchen counter at home. 
In spite of the morning challenges I kept the positive attitude and the day turned out rather well. Someone at work had a phone charger I could borrow. It did rain for sixty seconds, but not while I was walking in it and my car was in the parking garage so it escaped the mud bath.  My mid morning conference call was cancelled which gave me some extra time and Chipotle was delicious. 
 
 After work I drove home with the windows down because the rain made the temperature drop from 90 degrees to 70 degrees and there was a beautiful breeze.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a motorcycle pull up next to me and hold his speed steady with mine.  The man on the motorcycle was smiling at me so I glanced over and had to stop myself from laughing out loud. There was a very large man on a very small motorcycle with long curly red hair that showed a bald spot right in the center of his head that was almost glowing in the late afternoon sun.  He had no helmet but wore bright blue swim goggles (yes, I said swim goggles) that almost glowed against his extremely white skin combined with a bright orange t-shirt that was being pushed up by the wind to give a perfect view of several sets of love handles and his plumbers crack.  I made a turn and as he pulled away I saw that on the back of his shirt it said in bold letters “Chicks love biker dudes.”   I was still chuckling when I saw a billboard advertising an Italian restaurant that said “Legalize Marinara” and a few blocks down a second bill board advertising for the same restaurant said “Don’t pass this joint.”  I got on the freeway and noticed a white convertible driven by an older gentleman with long gray locks. He was dressed in a colorful polyester shirt and wore lots of gold jewelry. His satiny red and gold shirt was shining in the bright sunlight and the excessive amount of gold chains he wore made him appear to sparkle in the sun.  I had to laugh when I noticed that there was a sign on the side of his car that said  “Bionic Stan.”   
 
The unfortunate events of the morning and the unique sights I saw on the way home helped to remind me how easy it is to let my life become a series of predictable routines that make me complacent and unaware of all that life has to offer until the routine is disrupted.  It was like receiving God’s gentle reminder that my attitude is what determines the outcome of my day, every day of my life, and not just during Lent.  I need to remember that a more positive side of life is available to me if I keep my heart open to receive it.  To my heavenly father I would say thank you for your sense of humor, for reminding me that life is nothing more than a series of moments, and for showing me that the outcome of each day depends on how I respond to these moments.  Amen
 
 

 

 

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