I don’t think I need reminding. I totally get that my thoughts, good or bad, affect outcomes in my life on a daily basis.
Yet, clearly, the universe deems it necessary to remind me—and sometimes with the oddest sense of humour—that I should be careful what I wish for.
Take today for example. I got up early, polished off some work, then prepared a Cowboy Pot Roast in my slow cooker for dinner tonight.
The roast has a final step before you serve it which I usually leave instructions for my husband to do when he gets home from work (he’s the first one home each night). But today, for some reason, I really wanted to do that final step. I wanted to take my roast all the way to the finish line.
But, I thought to myself, that’s not in the cards. I will drop my daughter off at school after lunch, then head to the office like I do every day, and my husband will come home and do the last step for the roast. When I get home later, we’ll all sit down to a nice pot roast and some good ol’ fashion dinner conversation.
In the back of my mind, though, a little mantra was growing.
~ I will do the last step of this recipe today ~
It kept repeating itself despite plans that had already been made and were moving forward.
After lunch, my daughter and I gathered our things and I glanced back at the slow cooker on the counter as we headed out to the car, the mantra flashing in my mind. As I pulled out of the driveway, I heard a wretching noise from the backseat. A quick look confirmed it. My poor little girl was throwing up all over the place.
I stopped the car, ran around to her side and cleaned her up the best I could, then ushered her into the house to bathe her and settle her on the couch for an afternoon of rest; school, work and dinner forgotten in the chaos.
Once everything was cleaned up and bosses and principals had been called to alert them to our absence, it hit me: I would be home when the Cowboy Pot Roast was done, so I could be the one doing the final step!
It was a long way around, but I got what I wanted.
Like I said, I don’t think I need reminding. But the universe thought differently and I got reminded. My little girl is on the mend and I’m home to do the final step in a delicious pot roast recipe.
Perhaps I’ll open a bottle of wine and ask the universe to join me for a glass.