Recently, a package arrived for our 13-year-old son, Jake, much earlier than I had anticipated. While I expected it on Monday, Jake had been counting down the hours, eagerly awaiting his new headphones that he had researched, saved for, and finally convinced me to let him purchase online. Unfortunately, the tracking indicated delivery by 8 p.m. Sunday, but I had to remind him that USPS doesn’t deliver on Sundays. His excitement turned into disappointment, as he realized he would have to wait an entire day longer than he planned.
In moments like these, I often find myself getting a bit irritable. It’s tough to watch a child whose world can be shattered by something as minor as a delayed package, especially when I think of those who face far greater struggles. I told Jake to find something else to occupy his time while he waited, knowing full well I can be hypocritical when it comes to patience.
Last year, I had breakfast with a colleague who casually mentioned his side gig as a medium. Forget any professional discussion after that. I couldn’t help but delve into this unexpected topic. While I recognize that many exploit the gullible for profit, I also believe there are those with genuine abilities. Even if I can’t comprehend it, that doesn’t negate its existence.
Intrigued, I signed up for a session with my new acquaintance, tasked with focusing on a deep question without revealing it to him. He would meditate on my inquiry and share whatever insights arose. He sent me a recording of our session afterward.
For the record, I won’t disclose my question, but it revolved around aspirations that occupy a significant space in my mind, including dreams of a Mediterranean cruise and perhaps a grand parade. And if I could choose, I’d prefer yoga pants and flip-flops as the new business casual.
However, my medium had no insights about cruises or parades. Instead, he described my spirit guide as resembling a blend of Roberto Benigni and Richard Simmons. In his vision, this guide was frolicking down a railroad track, munching on peaches and popcorn, and chatting about pigeons.
If this is my spirit guide, perhaps he’s indicating that I need to loosen up and allow life to unfold at its own pace. It’s the kind of advice that makes me want to sulk about wanting what I desire right now.
There’s a route I often take to downtown that I believe can be quicker if I’m running late. If the stars align—traffic is light and the lights work in my favor—I might save myself two minutes. Yet, on this route, there’s a traffic signal I’ve dubbed the “punishment light.” It seems to stay red far longer than necessary, taunting me as it turns green just out of my reach.
This “punishment light” reminds me of the anticipation Jake felt waiting for his package, which, ironically, reflects the absurdity of life’s little frustrations. It’s like my spirit guide in spandex, a reminder that many face far more significant waiting games than I do, urging me to embrace the moment.
Sometimes, the universe communicates through mundane experiences like a traffic light, suggesting it’s time to relax. Other times, however, things work out unexpectedly, as Jake’s package did arrive early, bringing him joy.
Life is full of surprises, and whether you’re waiting for a package or navigating your own journey, patience can lead to delightful outcomes.
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Summary:
A mother reflects on her son’s disappointment over a delayed package, drawing parallels to broader themes of patience and perspective. Through personal anecdotes, she explores the notion of waiting, the humor in life’s frustrations, and the unexpected joy that can arise when we least expect it.