Once there was a woman who started the day with good intentions. Unmotivated as she was to get out of bed and face the world, she completed her exercises, including meditation, and then felt ready to face the world. Her focus word of the day was “courage”. She gave thanks for good traffic and a successful start to her day. In the car she munched on cashews and mused over her odd dreams, which didn’t seem to tie into her previous focus word (“love”). When she arrived at work, she realized she didn’t have her lunch. She looked all over her messy car (from living on the go), but didn’t see it. She gave thanks for the cashews and the two dollars she had in her purse.
When she got in to work she focused on her word (courage). She’d had some frustrations with work the day before and was determined to be as productive as possible today to give everything her best effort. She whispered “Courage!” over and over as she dug into her work.
But she became tired and frustrated, and she began to lose courage, trading it in for despair. She had some moments of courage for the day: some phonecalls that she hadn’t wanted to make and was glad she had. (She hoped she’d dream about those experiences.) But the overarching feeling was despair, and though she was proud of her work that day, she was too frustrated to take much pleasure in it.
She carried this despair with her to her house and threw it at her fiancee, who did his best to dodge it, staying out of its path. The woman didn’t want to carry it any more herself, and she tried to drown it in snickers frozen custard.
The woman had a party to go to, and though she felt she needed some space, she knew she needed to be around people, too. At first at the party she felt awkward, not as warm as she normally was, and she was sad about this. But as time passed, without her even noticing, her despair slipped away, until it was completely gone. She played and talked with a little girl there, dressed as a princess, with an active imagination and a goofy sense of humor. She had scrumptious food — rice, guacamole, chiles rellenos, and more.. She practiced her Spanish. She met lovely new people and heard many interesting things: stories from Mexico, Puerto Rico, and Panama; natural health tips and concoctions; what shopping in open markets is like; and different odd foods that people like to eat (like crickets and pig’s feet). She left the party, hugging and kissing new friends and old and hoping to repeat the evening some day soon.
Pulling into the garage, her day was not over. Her neighbor was sitting out, relaxing in his mancave garage, having a Zen moment. He’d had a challenging but very successful day and was grateful for his new job, that things were coming together. The woman was inspired by this and by some words of encouragement he gave her toward her own life.
Sitting on the couch and looking back over the day, she saw that she had indeed needed “courage” to make it through that day. But what had really saved her in the end was “love.”