I’ve been thinking some more about yesterday’s misadventure at the pharmacy. Today’s lesson from that is the power of intention. Without consciously articulating it, I stepped out of the car determined to get the shot. That was my intention: I will get the shot. Putting myself, my desire, my perceived need above all else, and fueling it with resentment over ‘wasted time’ that day at the clinic and the week before at the pharmacy. I can imagine today how differently I would have felt afterward if I had gone up to that counter with an intention to be kind, patient, and aware of the invisible suffering of every person behind the counter and every person who came to the counter and everyone waiting in line for the two windows. If my intention had been from the beginning to accept however things turned out with no attachment to outcome, and to be of benefit to everyone I encountered, what a different experience it would have been.
It’s been a challenge today to accept that I did the best I could by tempering in that moment the Colonel’s self-righteously commanding attitude and voice that emerged from my depths, and then backing way down, letting go of my frustration, and apologizing with an open heart. I’ve learned and grown from the experience; I minimized the damage to the extent and as quickly as possible. That’s what mindfulness is all about. I’m grateful for recognizing the power of intention in this powerful lesson.
I’m also grateful for the sweet surprises in the mailbox this morning! And for all the causes and conditions that came together in this remarkable universe to bring to my life a jar of homemade tomato chutney from Texas and one of pear-chocolate preserves directly from Florence, Italy, with a layover in Austin. Thank you, Hungry Traveler, for thinking of me! What a world, where people who would never have met otherwise can become friends through the ethers, tangibly sharing their joys and the fruits of their kitchens and their travels.