#16 Daily pickles

For us to harness the true power of the Law of Attraction (of creating a life that we want to live), we have to add a little self-progression with a big dollop of self-awareness. I would like to share with you a scenario that you may be able to resonate with that happened to me a few weeks ago.

Cup of hot loose tea.

My morning was flowing beautifully. I awoke feeling energised, I had a cuppa with no interruptions (everyone else was asleep), a ran through my appreciation list that I was feeling that morning. Life was feeling good. I felt great. Three hours later, life looked and felt a little different. I had arranged a catch up with my sister at her house, taking my children with our mum also joining us. 

I’d awoken my daughter, who had gotten in to the habit of sleeping in, giving her 40 minutes to have breakfast and get dressed. She’d already assured me she was ‘ready’ but when it came to shouting “SHOES ON!” there was little movement. My son appeared from somewhere and dutifully did as he was told (which is rarely the norm). 

After many strained verbal toing and froing up and down the stairs between myself and my daughter, we we’re eventually all in the car, albeit 10 minutes later than I had wanted to and five minutes before we needed to be at my sister’s.

But we were off. Turned right at the end of my road to find I’d made a mistake as the traffic was horrendous; a three lane A-road was being filtered into just one. It was too late to reverse, I had to stick to my route. At this point my son decided to pipe up saying ‘I’m hungry’. Which triggered a thought. I’d left the kids snack but also the teabags that my sister had requested as her online shop hadn’t been delivered yet as she’d just returned from her holiday. “Not a problem, I’ll make a quick stop off at the shops” I say out loud, but internally my heart tenses. The issue is that I have picked up a reputation over the years for being late.  I say ‘I’ but more often that not the likelihood increases when I have kids or husband in tow.

A clock with the minutes spinning at speed.

As I’m running around the shop, grabbing items, I attempt to call my big sis to transfer blame, but no one answers. I throw my replacement items on the counter, plus a packet of ‘naughty’ biscuits for the adults to enjoy with their tea and rush back to the car. I start the engine and within seconds my phone rings. My daughter answers the call and puts it on speaker phone. My sister. I start cascading reasons why we are late like verbal vomit, when she interjects and says, that mum has locked herself out of her house and locked her keys in her car. Impressive! We giggle at mums’ expense. “Not to worry” I proclaim, I’m near her so I’ll swing by and pick her up. We disconnect, and then the car computer makes a ping noise, that I am familiar with. It’s another warning to tell me that the fuel is low. It did the same to me yesterday, but I didn’t have time then. Looking at the remaining mileage, it was now urgent. “Okay, not a problem” I hear myself say again, we are literally driving past a petrol station in 10 seconds let’s make a detour. I could feel myself at this point becoming more stressed. I start to get agitated and annoyed at silly things which is directed at other drivers on the road.

I fill up and then head inside to pay. The lady behind the cash desk shouts a number in my direction as I’m walking to the counter before I’ve even said which pump I’m at. The number isn’t familiar to me, if anything it’s more than I put in my tank. Another lady walks in to which the kiosk lady judged my facial expression and realised her mistake. As she has rung up the wrong pump could she let the lady who just walked in, pay first. I have no issues with this, but not ideal.

After paying and waiting an extraordinary amount of time for a receipt that I don’t need. The phone rings again, it’s my sister who has now become the go between. She says mum is now heading on foot to her local shops to buy biscuits. “No”, I seem to shout at the phone, “I have bought biscuits for us!”. My now secretary is calling our mum telling her to abort her sweet treat mission and head back to base.

No, written on a red background.

We set off again. My son decides to tell me, “when dad goes to the petrol station, he always buys something, like sweets”. Well, I think it’s fair to say that at this point I’ve had enough. No. I’m not going to buy sweets, after spending money on snacks and biscuits and tea bags, all of which I have at home. I have raised my voice. My daughter jumps to her younger brother’s defence and says, “he’s not asking for sweets mum, he’s just telling you what dad sometimes does”.

Darn, she is correct. And breath.

I apologise to them both and take more deep breaths whilst driving to my mums. I start to take a metaphorical step back within my head to allow space to appear to take stock.

I’m frustrated, that once again I am giving people more reasons to say that I am ‘always’ late. I’m angry with myself for allowing it to happen again. I feel guilty that rather than accept responsibility for the tardiness, I tried to place blame at my children’s feet. I’m annoyed, that despite my attempts to be organised and with setting myself reminders I still forgot the snacks and teabags that I left on the side, rather than put them directly in my bag that was waiting on the side. 

It’s starting to dawn on me that I can’t work against this force. I have to accept the barriers that I am creating for what they are. These are experiences to help me shift the behaviours that are making my life difficult. 

I’ll let mum deal with her own issues, as that I can’t help with. However, my lesson in that scenario is that I keep leaving my own bunch of ever-growing keys at home and just take my husbands with the car keys on. I’ve been ignoring my inner voice, which recently reminded me on several occasions about taking them with a “you’ll need them”. If I had taken them on this occasion, I would have been able to open up my mum’s front door, allowing her to get her spare car keys and take the item that my sister had asked her to bring that was now locked in her car.

We cram Nana in to the car and set off to our final destination. I glance at the clock and we are an embarrassing 28 minutes and counting late. 

Over a cup of tea we re-live, giggle and summarise with a “definitely, could do better” whilst munching on rather yummy biscuits. 

What’s the moral of my story? When our inner voice speaks, take note and action. We recognise our inner voice as it will repeat in different scenario’s the same succinct words. Our inner voice doesn’t need long sentences or paragraphs, two to four words will be enough to get the message across. All we need to do is listen and act on it. 

We need to allow time for self-awareness and observe our behaviours and emotions. These emotions are the gateway to setting our vibrational frequency that creates the energy that communicates with our universe, that ultimately creates the world you desire.  

Observing is the starting point but actively changing our behaviours based on our observations and connecting the dots between the situation and the preluding behaviours and outcome is how we can make a difference. 

My final lesson is always have a giggle. Laughing is an amazing lever to switch between two extreme moods in the shortest amount of time. You have to see the funny side to life and the situations we get ourselves in.  

So, what life lesson pickles have you got yourself in to lately?

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