Make Lemonade of It!

This afternoon I am at Al's Cafe in Elgin after much deliberation as to where I would be eating.  It all started out with the cancellation of an interview I was to do on Salsa dancing.  In my excitement I not only prepared for the interview I ironed a white shirt and some black pants and topped it off with a beautiful silk self-tie bow tie with rainbow stripes.  I am gong to admit that the house looked beautiful and that I truly put some work into receiving the person who was to interview me.  I wish I were better at these things and would not fall into this trap of anger about it.  I did but this time I must say it lasted for a very short time.  First it was that she missed the train and did not see an attendant and then it was that she had no cash and there wasn't an ATM available.  I get weary when the stories change from on to another and suspect that she likely got to the station to late to catch the train to Elgin by where I live.  Either way there is a part two which was to see the dance at a studio I had to reserve for next week Saturday.  Now I am concerned that she may not show up that day and claim her dog ate her ticket and that the ATM machine attacked her, hence impeding her arrival.

As I often hear and repeat, I  made lemon out of lemonade and stayed in my pretty garb and took myself out to eat where I am as we speak.  Not only did I get a great table I got one upstairs from the restaurant overlooking the branches of the lovely trees and a spot where I could see everyone walking by and people watch.  I feel like I got the best table in the house!  So what started as a disappointment for me (and everyone who knows me knows all the work I put into things like this) ended up a pleasant experience: me taking  me out to eat a nice meal at a very cozy place.  I won't go into a lot of detail but suffice to say that even the salsa music was cued on my stereo system.  I wore my burgundy soft velvet shoes even!  What a guy!  I often say to others that I am as methodical about things as a serial killer.  I am always ready and I plan everything to the absolute last detail and today was not any different.

The big difference in me today is that I can and I will improvise when things don't go as scheduled.  I won't stay upset and I won't allow someone else's stuff to become my stuff.  I look forward and I don't look back at whatever I left behind me more now than ever and that goes for everything and everyone.  Besides it being a waste of my time it is a waste of energy to become upset about something that one cannot control.  Now there is that caveat called my boundaries and so I have decided that I will likely not do the next upcoming appointment with the same person because it is now likely that she will not show up for it.  I avoid being disappointed and I avoid any mishaps because now I know better.  The trick is to do this in a way that honors me and that is not done out of spite or anger.

And now I am off to the next adventure in downtown Elgin where there are some nice art studios to discover and a little store that looks interesting to me with some Christmas accessories that look lively and bright colored.  It is time for me to discover and uncover my day anew and whatever happens will happen organically.  As they say in Spanish "there is no bad thing that happens that cannot result in some good".  It sounds even better in Spanish because it is more like every bad thing that happens will have inside of it something good to derive from it.  There is good in everything that happens to us or at least the potential of an outcome that is good like what happened today (not that it's that serious).

Sometimes love arrives late as do the lessons we learn.  This is not about my disappointment but rather a change in my plan and the lesson is that no matter how much I plan the plan can fold and that it's OK for that to happen.  That I don't have control of the outcomes and that it is beautiful not to have control of the outcome.  What a concept!  LMAO.  It's all about taking the lemons and making lemonade isn't it?
To be continued...

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