It all begins with being single, which translates into, “You’re the One”. You’re the one who has to glue back together what breaks, change the filter on the furnace, unplug the clogged drain, pay the bills, manage the books and read all those boring, foreign sounding documents, that you don’t understand and don’t want to decipher, but know you must. At least someone must and as you are the one – you are the must that must do it.
A month ago I received a few notices regarding changes in car insurance as of June 2016. Yuk!! But I need to handle it and I’m not sure what it all means, so I take all my notices and policy documents into my agent to go over it.
Upon opening my file, I start to say, “Not sure why I received this one as it’s from… and now I look closer, I don’t think this letter is even for me.”
My insurance agent takes the form and quickly points out that it’s not even addressed to me. Oh my, this is me to a tee. I zero in on the main information and because I had received similar documentation I didn’t look further.
One of my classic“idiot” moments. Unfortunately being dyslexic can only take the credit for so much. This moment is not one of them.
I get the clarity I need from my agent to make an informed decision concerning my car insurance and I’m on my way.
The next day I’m off to pick up some groceries. A ten minute drive. However, in the land of Kitchener, Waterloo Ontario – a ten minute drive can turn into forty-five minutes in the blink of an eye. We live in the land of road construction that has been created to allow every resident the opportunity to learn their breaking point.
My route to the grocery store that was there the day before is now closed. Rather than my direct route west, I now need to travel south then west, then north and again west to arrive at my destination. The drive is now twenty minutes instead of ten. On my route there I notice that the return drive due to rush hour is backing up and going home will take even longer.
Now there is always more than one way to get from point A to point B. Sometimes it just takes a moment of pondering to come up with it. I sat in my car and I thought, “There has to be a faster route.” I went over all the usual possibilities and none were shorter. They were all just as long or longer.
Then it came to me – I could get on the expressway. Started my car and away I went. As soon as I was on the highway, I was off at the next exit and home in five minutes instead of my original ten.
A truly “brilliant moment.” Impressed and happy with my solution. Impressed and happy with myself.
You’re probably thinking, the moments I’m sharing are nothing. But, I don’t prescribe to this kind of thinking. To me everything is something.
Never under estimate what appears to be the ordinary or the mundane happenings of Life – not to hold importance.
My lovely idiot moments show me more often then not where I need to slow down, pause and pay closer attention. They give me the opportunity to improve. They usually create laughter towards myself and direct me to where I could lighten up.
My amazingly brilliant moments give me a high that shows me, all is not lost, I’ve still got it. Better yet, I’ve always had it and acknowledging it brings more brilliance.
Own the best and the worst of your day to day happenings. Embrace them, laugh with them and celebrate them and allow them to carry you on to the next.
The next moment, whatever it may be.
Photo by: Sharon Cooke