Surprises

Recently, I received a surprise.  It was one of the good kind – A right time, right moment, must have been standing at the door, I needed it kind of surprise.

Yes, I needed and was grateful for a happy surprise.  I had been in a weird kind of funk for about two weeks.  I was grumpy, not really wanting to talk with people, snarky remarking (mostly in my head) weird kind of funk.  I’ve started cutting things out of my diet (like processed sugars, and other mind altering yummies), so that could have had an effect.  And well people I am 56 so I’m sure Ms. Menopause could be waving her crone crown at me “hello, Dorey, guess what you’re not 20 anymore.  Feel the aches/pain”.  Anyway, I digress.  So that day I was having a not so great conversation with someone on the phone.  The issues at that second – I pay into a FSA plan and they had shut off access to my card.  I was trying to explain to the girl on the phone that I think the company she works for is crazy and this needs to be corrected ASAP.  I have another medical visit coming up and well this needs to be corrected.   How silly is it that I can go to the store and buy 50 boxes of band-aids and it’s OK, but god forbid I get a CT Scan done to check my lungs.  Turns out they shut off access to my card because “they” don’t have a complete detail of every penny, or why it was done.  Something is wrong with that picture.   Anyhow, I’m in the frustrated portion of this conversation when the delivery man comes in and says “these are for you”.  I looked at him like he was crazy and he apparently picked up on that and said again “yes, these are for you”, I deliver here enough and these are yours this time”.   I pretty much hung up on the insurance lady (I did say, “Thank you, I’m done talking for the moment”, before I hung up).    But all I could say to the delivery man was “are you sure that’s for me?”, then I read the card and happy tears started bubbling up.  My boyfriend out of the blue had sent me an edible arrangement, 6 extra pieces dipped in chocolate and a smiley face balloon with a very sweet note.  I immediately in a silly, happy, crying voice called to let him know that I appreciated his gift and that they came at the perfect moment.  Such a great surprise (he doesn’t do things like this without an occasion, so Yay me).  He received hugs, kisses and me when I got home.  I greatly appreciated what he did and he helped remind me that sometimes we may need a little help from outside of ourselves to bring up a smile.   We/I don’t have to do everything alone just be open to receiving the good.   Tell me if you disagree, but I feel there are times when we block our own good or we don’t let the “Surprise” in.  We hurt ourselves.  We don’t allow the good to flow to us.  Why?  I think mostly because of fear of some sort, or we don’t feel worthy.

Surprises don’t always come from people; they can come from nature, from a random page in a book, or something hidden away by forgotten time.  Surprises can come from ourselves.  So why not allow yourself to receive?  Have fun, live well, smile deeply and when your having a weird funky not so great day — stop take a breath and allow yourself to receive whatever good Surprise is being delivered.

 

 

Say to yourself –  “I Am Worthy and Phooey on fear.   I Love and Accept Good Surprises!