I am sitting in bed, looking out the bay window at the snow falling and wondering…. where did spring go?
Oh, it’s not that they didn’t warn us. They did. Every weather forecaster, every news announcement earlier in the week leading into yesterday came with the premonition of snow in the forecast. Lots of it.
And while I wish ‘they’ had been wrong, it isn’t so. Snow is falling outside my window and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’ve shovelled the walk, the driveway, the deck and path leading to the garage. I’ve filled the bird-feeder, taken Ellie, the wonder pooch, for a little walk (wearing my pjs under my coat, the pant legs tucked into my boots), let Marley, the great cat, out and in again. And now, I’ve come back to bed, nesting under my duvet, laptop on lap, Bach playing in the background to spend the morning revelling in a ‘no reason to go outside’ kind of day.
I can’t change the weather. I can choose how I weather its storms.
Which seems to be my lesson this week. To accept what is and create/find the value in every experience.
I learned this big time in a bit of an embarrassing way this week. An email intended to someone else accidentally got sent to the person directly connected to the incident I wrote about. I didn’t check the auto-fill name closely enough and it wasn’t until another recipient of the email (an intended one) asked me if I meant to send it to the other individual that I realized my mistake.
My first response was to swear.
Dang. It wasn’t that I said anything I didn’t want them to know about, they were the facts as I understood them. It was just, I know the other organization this person works for. What I wrote could be misconstrued and distorted. It could cause panic in their ranks. And that was not my intent.
By the time I realized my mistake, it was too late to recall my email. The recipient had already opened it.
I had to breathe. Accept what was and look at my options.
I called the other person. They weren’t in their office so I left a message apologizing and invited them to call me back. Later, I got an email clarifying the facts as they currently are.
And that’s where the value arose. If I hadn’t inadvertently sent my email, I would have continued to live with the belief that they had not brought their practices into alignment with ethical practices in this issue.
I forwarded their email to those who needed to know, and sent a reply thanking them for providing me the accurate information.
All’s well. Except of course, the niggles of “OMG! I can’t believe I did that!” which wants to hang out in my head and disrupt my peace of mind.
I can’t change what was. I can accept what is and make choices that help me weather this storm with my integrity in tact.
I made a mistake.
I took measures to address it.
I did my best.
And in the process I learned once again the imperative of being scrupulous with my integrity. Paying attention to the details, and finding value in all things.
It’s snowing today and I am choosing to feed my soul a gentle morning of lingering in bed as I embrace the beauty and joy of my life in all its many facets, no matter the weather inside and out.