That spring in your step. Some days, you just have it. That little bit of mojo … that isn’t there on most days. You know it when it happens. You feel like you could actually BE the Belle of the Ball today. Finally. You’ve got your groove.
That was me this morning. I was just on the greener-grass side of the fence. Rainbows and Unicorns, don’t you know.
After a good breakfast, and a quick cleanup of the house, I was out the door, ready to meet the day with glad tidings.
My first order of business was a visit to Reid Hospital. By appointment. I had to have a treatment for something today, so I had been awaiting this. But given the whoopie in my cushion, I did not mind at all.
I arrived a bit early and had a short wait in a crowded room. That always makes for a good people-watch. The world is full of people to watch, I’ll tell you.
Finally, into the procedure room. Here is where I would like to take a quick break and thank those people who are shining stars in their medical profession. The nurses, doctors, technicians, assistants, lab workers, and on and on. Those people who dedicate their lives, and their good attitudes in this field…. should be given awards on a regular basis, I say.
Back to the room. My check-in nurse was very kind. She did all the preliminaries. Blood pressure, heart rate, temperature… all that scheming. As she worked away… she had a look on her face. She would glance at me, and smile strangely. Sympathetically. Like she felt sorry for me, somehow… but… at the same time…. was on the verge of laughing hysterically.
As soon as she stepped out, I grabbed my phone to take a photo-look at my face, to make sure someone had not written something on my forehead… Like “Bozo Lives Here.” After staring into my iPhone for a second, I ascertained that my face looked as goofy as always… but normal for me. Nothing hanging from my nose, no spinach in my teeth.
Then… I glanced down at my feet… and realized I had on two different shoes. Dang it. No wonder I had a spring in my step!
So… NOW what do I do? Downplay this… like I meant to do it? Make some comment about the new shoe release from Aasics? Uhnnnnnn…… say I was participating in a test group for running shoes? Oh…. maybe she hadn’t noticed. Except that she has been staring at me with that sad sympathetic smile.
I decided to leave well enough alone. … silence is golden. But the damage had been done. As I sat there in the chair… I realized my Mojo had flown the coop. Elvis had left the building. My cool-factor had gone back to room temperature.
Short-lived as it was, my savvy soup was all gone.
A couple of hours later, I left the hospital and headed home. I joke about this.… the Shoe Incident of 2017…. all in good fun. You see. As I walked through the parking lot, I passed several people heading in to the hospital. It made me wonder about what each person was doing there, and what their day ahead might look like. Many of them looked worried. Preoccupied. Sad. I silently wished them well.
And. I realized how lucky I am. Blessed. Fortunate. I got to my car, and gave thanks for my life. Shoes, and all.
“In ordinary life we hardly realize that we receive a great deal more than we give, and that it is only with gratitude that life becomes rich.”
― Dietrich Bonhoeffer
“When you express gratitude for the blessings that come into your life, it not only encourages the universe to send you more, it also sees to it that those blessings remain.”
― Stephen Richards