Counting My Blessings Makes a Difference

Yesterday, as I drove and snow fell in big white fluffy flakes I found myself irritated with other drivers. And then, can you believe it! I tried to use my handsfree to make a call to let someone know I was late getting to our meeting and the electronic voice kept getting the number wrong. I mean seriously. It’s not like I was mumbling or anything. What’s her problem?

I had to laugh outloud as I gave a sarcastic “You suck!” to the disembodied voice in my Bluetooth, after my third attempt to get her to get it right.

Gotta admit, it was a good thing I was alone in my vehicle as my energy was not fit for the world.

What was I really irritated about? Definitely not some cyber-generated voice. More likely it had to do with my angst of leaving on Thursday for two weeks to the coast and not having organized anything I need to do before I go.

And still, I tried to take it out on an electronic voice that truly didn’t care.

Eventually, after three times of trying to get her to get the number right, I pulled over and dialed it myself.

If you do what you’ve always done, you’ll get what you’ve always got. 

And something I’ve always done (quite well I must admit) is to allow my ennui and angst override my well-being.

To make a difference in the world, I must be accountable for my emotions and how I express them.

Yesterday, as I found my ire rising over a simple mis-communication with a disembodied voice, my patience waned and I turned my ire against other drivers. I had a chance to let someone in, chose to ignore it. Someone cut me off, I forgot to welcome them in with a kind, “Bless them. Forgive me.”

All things are connected.  How I do one thing is how I do all things.

When I let silly little things like an electronic voice’s mis-interpretation disturb my peace of mind, I am letting the world and myself down. I let go of being the difference I want to make and become the problem.

Eventually, I made it to my meeting, my mood somewhat restored by finding a parking spot directly in front of where I needed to be. Have I ranted yet about the cost of parking in Calgary? No? Well, let me tell you….

No. Stop. Let me not tell you about my ire. Let me tell you about my joy, my abundance, my many blessings.

To be the difference I want to see in the world, I must begin with counting my blessings and sharing my gifts and joy with abandon. In turning my focus to my abundance, the small stuff wanes in comparison and I am restored to a state of peace, love and joy where my ripple radiates outward in a sea of harmony.


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