I watch the social media feeds of my friends and colleagues,
and it’s evident that humans like tradition. We get excited when pumpkin flavored
lattes and seasonal beers re-release in the fall. We plan events to commemorate
the milestones in our lives (birthdays, anniversaries, etc.).
When I
was young I’d get crazy excited when the 1st October rolled around.
More than the countdown to Halloween, the first week marked the arrival of my
birthday, and back then, I wanted the party to last all month long.
As I got older that enthusiasm waned for practical reasons. While in school the initial exams of the semester always seem to land on the Monday following my day, where studying took precedence over festivity. Paydays would fall on off weeks, where self-presents had to be budgeted. Years passed since the last time I’d bothered to throw a party.
This year I decided that
would change. I would host a small get-together, and I would dress up for it.
Similar to the
Rollerblades, the creative visualization started early. For months prior, I’d
dreamt of certain elements: a new perfume, ring, and an outfit to wear. Nothing
had materialized yet, but I knew it would with the mental “purchase order” I’d
give it. And true to form, the Universe delivered.
It’s a challenge for me
to let go. By nature I’m a clingy person in extreme.
An article I read by Dr.
Amy Johnson helps me understand the impulse well:
“We try to control things because of what we
think will happen if we don’t… Control is also a result of being attached to a
specific outcome—an outcome we’re sure is best for us, as if we always know
what’s best.”
And in a quote by the late,
great Wayne Dyer:
“Everything in the universe
has a purpose. Indeed, the invisible intelligence that flows through
everything in a purposeful fashion is also flowing through you.”
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In a nutshell, you can’t make anything happen. You should take action, of course, but in the end, things will work out the way they should. It’s essentially, “The Universe wants you to be happy, but your wills and wants don’t run the world.”
“Energy follows thought,”
yes. As my Mom says, "You will never have a desire that isn't meant to be fulfilled." But ultimately, “what will be, will be.” There is a bigger plan, and sometimes what you believe is right isn't the best course in the overall scheme of things.
I know it seems frivolous
to apply such divine logic to birthday presents, but that is how I’ve seen this
power manifest in my life….
I’d been searching for a
new perfume. Throughout September I’d visited the mall to peruse the fragrance aisles
at the department stores. One day I came across a scent that reminded me a lot
of a cologne I’d worn in high school. A grown-up version of its teenage predecessor,
it was heavy, musky and sweet like vanilla. I sprayed a tester on the back of
my hand to check the body chemistry, but found it too cloying to buy. So I put
the task on the back-burner, mentally asking the Universe for advice, while I
moved on to other objectives.
I passed a jewelry store
with a pale rose, enameled ring in the window. I noted the price and kept
shopping.
Movies I’d seen on cable influenced
me to the type of dress I wanted to wear—the style made up of v-neck sequins on
top and gossamer layers for the skirt. The dresses were different, but sparkly,
swishy, and beautiful. All the things I wanted to feel on my day.
Seeing the young, twenty-something
leads, I worried about appearing silly. I acknowledge my age fully, but what if
I couldn’t pull it off? That glaring, fine-line between looking stylish and
looking ridiculous.
But the Universe assuaged
me of that fear, too. When I got home, I got a clear road sign—a picture that kept
popping up, in my face.
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| Martina
McBride wore sparkly and swishy at 41. I don't hold a candle to her, but never let a number get in the way. |
Time passed, and I let
the request percolate. There were added obstacles as Astrological events loomed,
(a Venus Retrograde immediately followed by a Mercury Retrograde). Despite the delays and miscommunications, I went all
out, ordering a small arrangement of flowers I could display at work.
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| I
told the florist, “As long it has red roses and daisies, the rest is creatively
yours.” My trust was rewarded, they did a beautiful job. |
One fateful day I
returned to the department store and browsed the clearance racks. Fresh from
the post-Homecoming circuit, I found my dream come true. Black beaded on the
top, and ballerina pink, gauzy layers on the bottom – the dress was perfect.
AND on sale.
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| It required a few small alterations—I added the ribbons—but it was everything I wanted and more. |
I splurged a little when
I found the rose ring at a slight discount, and I settled, ordering the perfume online the
same day. A surprise came when the package arrived in the mail. Many fragrances
have several adaptations: Spicier, sweeter, etc. I’d ordered the confectionary
one I’d tested in the store, but the merchant sent a toned-down, different version instead. At first, I was
frustrated, thinking that I had to send it back to exchange it, and what a
burden that would be. After trying it out for a few days, I found that I liked
the subdued variation much better.
When I shared the story
on Facebook, one friend astutely commented, “I love happy accidents!”
The words stayed with me.
A simple, real principle.
The weather over the weekend was bad with
the threat of a coastal storm, but I felt special in the dress, decked out with
the “Cinderella shoes” I’d worn last to Prom. At the prompting of my Little Niece,
I twirled, spinning around until the top
sparkled and the skirt swished.
I received everything I
physically wanted for my birthday: New clothes, jewelry, perfume, and dinner with
my best friend who is always there for me.
For all the questions in
life—the wrong choices, setbacks, and storms, it’s nice to know there are still “happy
accidents.”
- SNG
