A week of ADJUSTMENT-I was horrid
Haanel, Part Eight-three: ‘You may freely choose what you think, but the result of your thought is governed by an immutable law. Any line of thought persisted in CANNOT fail to produce its result in the character, health, and circumstances of the individual…” Well, The biggest adjustment of the week…
“There was a little girl,
And she had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
She was very very good,
And she was bad she was horrid.”
Well I was HORRID! You would have thought I was a child, but no, to my chagrin I must admit I am not. Although I behaved like one with the temper tantrum I was beset. I went to bed grumpy, there was no fixing me.
By morning light was I aright? No! I suffered through the day. I refused to sit. I was cognizant enough to observe myself, and my behavior. I was in outright rebellion to do what I knew was right. My feelings were hurt and that was it. I have committed to memory the Seven Laws of the Mind, but I would not use them to my benefit. Eyes all watery, nose all sniffely, my heart a mess. I was miserable. I needed to be fixed; I needed to be over this already!
An idea wriggled into my mind. My service for the week was to rake the back yard. Perfect! I raked, then I mowed-to mulch the leaves I had raked, and then I carried too many loads of firewood from the back fence to the deck. This had presented a problem. It had uncovered the picket fence that had not been set with chicken wire to keep our little dogs inside the yard. This was another, ‘Do It Now’ incentive. After four hours of concentrated physical labor, I was on the mend. My husband could catch my eye, and I was a bit more chatty, but now exhausted. But oh no, working outside did not get dinner fixed, and it was past dinnertime. Forget the shower, we dusted excess wood chips and leaves from our faces and clothes, and off we headed to Costco-Mesquite chicken wings would be our dinner fare tonight. Our bellies now satiated. Almost too tired to shower, ‘Do It Now’ auto piloted me through the process. Finally snug in bed, we took turns reading The Greatest Salesman out loud. Noting quietly to myself, “Never allowing my heart to become small and bitter, rather I share it and it will grow and warm the earth.” Mandino, scroll #2. My husband was a gem, he was the non-judgmental observer, and kept on his mental diet without relapse when he was sorely tempted I am sure. For I had laid an obstacle before him—my thoughts were critical and destructive, and resulted in conditions of discord and inharmony. Haanel, Part Eight, five. And how was I to cultivate something different? "I love the sun for it warms my bones; yet I love the rain for it cleanses my spirit. I love the light for it shows me the way; yet I love the darkness for it shows me the stars. I welcome happiness for it enlarges my heart; yet I endure sadness for it opens my soul. I acknowledge rewards for they are my due; yet I welcome obstacles for they are my challenge." Mandino, scroll #2.