It’s only eleven a.m. and already so much has happened.
A friend has cried at my doorstep. Beautiful, honest tears I felt grateful to bear witness to.
Men have shown up to work on a remodeling project down the hall from my office (lots of pounding and drilling).
I have gone for a jog and while running, woke several times from the trance of my thoughts to be where I was and remember God.
I grabbed the last doggy bag from a dispenser at the park and noticed someone had left a small empty bottle of alcohol inside, and I thanked God from my heart it wasn’t me.
I got my feelings hurt by someone who was trying to helpful but was clumsy.
But here’s the most important thing that’s happened today so far. After Dave and I exchanged our usual morning greetings, I surprised myself by saying, “It’s going to be a great day today. For both of us.”
Dave agreed it could happen, but I thought I could see doubt in his eyes. Which gave me an idea. “What if we have a contest? We could attach a big prize for whoever manages to have the best day?”
“Sure honey,” he said. And I knew what he was thinking. It wouldn’t be a fair challenge, since he obviously has a lot more stress, a lot more opportunities for things to go wrong at work than I do here at home with Edmund and a construction crew.
So maybe such a contest would have to take into account the size of the gap between what the person faces—in terms of difficulty—and how they respond, in terms of finding joy.
Which means, I’d have to work really hard at turning a potentially mediocre, ordinary day into a great day. What would that look like? Some ideas that come to mind right off:
- I’d have to keep close tabs on my thoughts and my ego.
- I’d try to wake up a lot, and stay in touch with my soul.
- I’d want to take time to make some other people feel good—even if it’s just a short to text to let them know how much they matter to me.
- I’d need to practice radical acceptance of every circumstance I encounter, not judging it good or bad.
- I’d try to stay in a place of deep surrender, letting go of any sense of entitlement or expectation.
- I would try to hold a posture of gratitude in my heart all day.
- I would smile a lot for no reason, which is a good way to trick yourself into happiness.
- I would forgive myself over and over again for failing to doing these things perfectly or even well. Oceans of compassion.
- I’d spend a lot of time looking at Frye boots online, trying to decide which ones I want Dave to buy me this fall for my sobriety birthday.
I think I’d win, don’t you? Feel free to join the contest—or let me know what you’d do to win, so I can steal your ideas.
Ready. Set. Go.