I like to organize things. Okay, as an organizer I’m borderline compulsive. When I shop for jeans and the sizes are mixed up on the rack, I have to put them in order (you’re welcome, Walmart). Planning ahead is also part of my organizer syndrome. That includes planning trips in detail, even short ones. A few years ago I planned the exact route I’d take to run an errand so that I’d get back to work on time. But on that excursion something amazing happened that I could never have planned or even imagined.
It was payday Friday and I wanted to deposit my check at my bank across town during my one-hour lunch break. The round-trip drive from my Newport Beach office to my bank in Costa Mesa was about 15 miles. I was in a big hurry as usual which made me tense. (I also have a thing about never being late.) The route I’d planned to get me there and back as fast as possible was on surface streets all the way.
As I set off in my Hyundai hatchback, not only was I stopped by red lights at every single intersection, I encountered road construction on waaaay too many streets and I found myself behind every slow driver in Orange County. I got madder and madder, swearing like a sailor to punctuate my rage. The angrier I got, the more obstructions seemed to be in my way.
Halfway there, while fuming as I waited for another red light to turn green, I happened to glance into my rear-view mirror and catch my reflection. I saw the anger in my eyes and felt its energies churning within me. A mental light bulb went on. You, angry one, are creating this reality. By resonating with all that anger and frustration inside me, I realized in that moment, that I had been attracting more and more things to be angry about! Having anger wasn’t the problem; harboring it was. (As a metaphysician, I know that I create my own reality. Actually taking responsibility for it often takes longer.)
Still idling at that stop light, I consciously released all that anger inside me and forgave myself for not taking responsibility to do so sooner. I felt the anger and tension lifting up and out of me. Then I decided to think about the wonderful creative project I wanted to begin. For the rest of the drive to my bank, I felt happiness and enthusiasm as I focused on the painting I would make and the “Peace on Earth” greeting card I was going to create from it.
I arrived at the bank and found the large lobby crowded with long lines to every teller’s window. No problem. I felt serene. I got at the end of one long line, and other walk-in customers stepped behind me.
I was there for only a few minutes, now buried in the middle of the long line, when a loan officer arose from her desk way on the other side of the vast room. She walked directly to me and asked if she could help me. I followed her back to her desk and handed her my bank deposit. There was no logical reason for this to have happened. That is the definition of a “miracle.”
Quietly, gratitude and joy filled me as she quickly completed my transaction.
I knew that I had allowed this wonderful and unexplainable experience to occur by changing my own resonance before I went into the bank.
I happily sailed back to my office in plenty of time without any obstacles to slow me down.
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