It was the Saturday before Thanksgiving: Was I spending it with my mom who is in town? No. Was I out on a hike or at the beach? No. Here is what I was doing. Before:
Do the pictures look suspiciously the same? The reason for that is the carpet they installed above was defective. See?
These lumps of latex carpet backing feel like hunks of concrete underfoot and were conveniently situated in the high traffic areas. There were also little lumps throughout.
So, we had to move everything out of the condo AGAIN, just so they could fix something that never should have been installed in the first place!
I could spend my time being bitter, or I could enjoy knowing that I was able to clean and purge as I went, that I got a real life application of my Tetrus skills as we tightly packed every square inch of our kitchen with nearly an entire household’s worth of belongings, and that I won’t have to do it again. Hmmmmmmmm … pissed off or happy? Is there really a choice?
And it really is a choice. One of the many books that changed my life is Viktor Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning, which was assigned summer reading in high school. One of his premises is that while you may not be able to change your situation, you can always control how you perceive it. He tells about good days in a Concentration Camp! It’s all about perspective.
Growing up (Who am I kidding? Up until a couple years ago when the stuff really started to sink in!), if the reality was different than my expectations, I was unhappy and stayed that way. I would place judgements on the situation (wrong, bad, etc.), and that jaded my perception. Over the years I did learn some very helpful tips that helped.
So what did I do on Saturday? After inspecting the new carpet to make sure it wasn’t lumpy, I grabbed my bag of holiday cards, sat down in the common area and plowed through a great part of my list. When I run out of the holiday spirit, I read my book. Productivity and relaxation. What more could a girl ask for right before a hectic week? And I also clocked in a gagillion steps on my pedometer and didn’t even need to go to the gym!
I’m so glad I decided not to stay looming over the workers. I know me, and I would have shared my displeasure. Besides spreading my gloom, what would that have really accomplished? That silver lining is looking so much shinier now.
In what situations have you actively sought the silver lining?