This Just In: Developing Story

Over the past couple of weeks I have been reading The Secret. A few years ago I watched the movie and a few months ago I felt like everything was going wrong so I decided to get all quantum physical and reframe my approach to life.

The Secret.
The Secret.

And things started turning around. Instead of getting a laundry list of everything I was doing wrong, the list was shorter! And instead of seeing my glass as half empty, I decided to turn this frown upside down and enjoy that there was half a glass of sparkling and refreshing enthusiasm sloshing with joy and ready to spill happily on anyone who wanted to share.

But things don’t always go right. The light turns red when you wish it wouldn’t, you hit a bump in the road that jars your fillings, you don’t get enough sleep. When those sort of things happened these past few weeks, I had to consciously let the events flow around me. React less. Accept more. Relax more. Think more. Developing story. Work in progress.

This last week of December I had to talk myself out of a knot of anger. Someone said something to me and I was upset. I was bent over a cutting board with a pairing knife, slicing pears, and I realized that I had hunched over tightly, had the knife in a death grip, and my hand, arm, shoulder, and neck were contorted because of how frustrated I was. Fortunately I realized it. I put the knife down, stood up straight, took a deep breath as I looked out the window and tried to talk myself into feeling better about things. It was hard. I was happy in my anger. But I realized that my anger and bitterness were actually a comfort zone of mine. And I decided I didn’t want to hang out there much anymore.

Probably everyone reaches these conclusions about themselves when they become grown ups. We’re not time lords who can jump into the police box that’s bigger on the inside and transport ourselves to a time that would set our lives on the path we wish we had taken. But if Dr. Who were to ever land in the backyard, you can bet I’d hitch a ride!

Short of that, we can make the path we are on better by changing our approach. Ask. Believe. Receive. Anticipate goodness and abundance. It takes a lot of work for me to be positive. I’ve had to grow away from that little girl who was beaten at home and beaten at school and who grew up expecting to be beaten at work. I have two very good reasons for wanting to change all that. They’re my daughters.

Author: lavagal

Hawaii Kai wife and mom. Melanoma Stage 3a Cancer survivor. English Language Learners Coordinator and Paraprofessional Tutor. Super sub teacher. Dormant triathlete. Road cyclist and Masters swimmer. Gardener. Mrs. Fixit. Random dancer. Music Curator. A teenager trapped in an aging body. Did you know 60 is the new 40? It is.

4 thoughts on “This Just In: Developing Story”

  1. Awww, that’s the thing, Melissa! I keep going back to it! You gotta get one! Get a Kindle copy!

  2. ” I put the knife down, stood up straight, took a deep breath as I looked out the window and tried to talk myself into feeling better about things.”

    unfortunately, Ed didn’t get his anger under control right away. when he pulled the down the bed spread and revealed to his wife Evelyn the entire cutlery inventory in their kitchen drawer and told her “the Lord has instructed me to open you up and see if there is any sin inside you” Evelyn, thinking fast said “i know. he told me to prepare by walking around the house three times”. she made it to Marion’s front door and Marion let her in. it was two am in the morning. soon Ed, dressed only in his cerimonial indian head dress he wore for special occasions associated with his duties as a Scout Leader for troop 103, was pounding furiously on that front door with the butt end of a leather bullwhip, screaming that Marion was “an instrument of the devil.” the ambulance crept down the hill, lights and engine off. it took three attendents to subdue Ed who broke out all the windows before he was finally restrained by that symbol of the fifties, the straight jacket. six months later Ed was released from St. Elizabeths. He and Evelyn sold the house and moved with their three young children to a new neighborhood.

    i guess tension and anger is all relative. some people deal with it better than others. Ed did pretty well, considering. he and Evelyn stayed married. the oldest child, a daughter went to Smith, the next, a boy, went to Rutgers. the other daughter was a cheerleader at my high school later on. one day Evelyn called my mother and asked if my dad might take Ed fly fishing on the Shenandoah. he did. they caught a lot of fish.

  3. Yeah, that’s a great book and movie. My wife and I have watched it a few times and have both read the book. We actually just re-watched it again a couple days ago.

    All the best as you continue to be more of the person you desire…I’m right there with you.


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