What Do You Do with Your Lessons?



There I was, plunked down in the driver’s seat, waiting for the short text that would tell me it was my turn to be seen. Why hadn’t I thought this through? It was going on two-and-a-half hours at this point, and I had made two completely avoidable errors: first, I didn’t swing by the Starbucks to break in that new gift card by fueling up. Second, I left ALL of my reading material at home. This is precisely why I rarely clean out my car. Gone was the hand lotion, the three magazines, the book I’m devouring for Book Club. Sure, I had my cell phone, but the battery was low and, let’s be honest, it’s just not the same.

I resorted to walking around the parking lot, dodging the debris and a cluttered landscape of discarded face masks. Bored and annoyed, I grew restless. Let’s get the show on the road already! I thought. The little pesky voice in my head spoke without being prompted:

Of course, you do know that it is your impatience that landed you here in the first place.

I know! But do you have to keep reminding me? I told you: I KNOW.

You may know, but you haven’t learned.

A lot like Siri, she was ticking me off so I shut her down, then grabbed my dying phone to distract me. Once I settled down, I thought about what she said. It was undeniable: she was 100% right. I reached my hands out in front of me as the indisputable confirmation of her wisdom. My left hand – wounded a few months back – had never really healed. No matter, I compensated with my right and carried on. But when I nearly crushed the middle finger on my right, dominant hand in trying to manually close the garage door, I was sunk. I mean, I cook, I clean, I garden, I do yoga, I mess around with Pilates and, let’s not forget, I write for a living. Okay, so instead do what? Use the microwave more and ignore the accumulating dust bunnies. But could I, really?

Hi, it’s me again.

C’mon, cut me some slack! I imagine you’re not here to offer a solution.

The solution is in your hands.

Very funny.

It is good to see that you are thinking of a workaround, but aren’t you missing something?

You’re right. I also need my hands to style my hair, put on my makeup…

All true, but you continue to miss the point.

I do?

What got you into this mess?

Well, the first time, with my left hand…

No, no, no, the mechanics of what happened are less important.

I am referring to the WHY behind this mess you’ve created.

Oh, that.

Until you learn this lesson, you will continue to pay a price for your impatience.

Sometimes I hate her, I do. But she is my higher wisdom, and she is RIGHT: I may know that I need to slow down, but until I do, I will repeat my mistakes. As I get older, the price is steeper. Not to mention the recovery time!

What do you do with your lessons?

Are you listening to your inner wisdom, higher power, she-who-knows-better?

I hope so. And just so you know, you are not alone on this learning journey. I am right there with you, sister!

 

 

 

 

 


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