WarmHeart Words

30 September 2007

Check Engine Soon

 

 

I had a revelation this weekend about myself. As long as it is just me, I can at some point make sure my needs are met. However, toss another person into the picture, and my focus will more than easily shift to the other desire, need, want. I am the always-reliable ever-ready gal who will throw myself into a big project, cause, event, party, or task that just needs to get done. All of these are good things, but I am learning that I can also take care of my needs first, and do these things, too. 

This week was all about my friend, Erin. We wanted to celebrate her amazingness with a surprise evening of cocktails and French cuisine. The event was to occur on Thursday evening. I had a map created in my mind of the places I would need to visit to obtain all of the ingredients for the meal, and in my head scheduled routes to and from work and the specialty shops along the way. Also, I knew that most of the preparation and COOKING would occur Wednesday night. Monday I found that my first stop did not have the Gruyere cheese I was seeking, but I considered the setback minimal, as there were at least two more scheduled. Tuesday morning, my CHECK ENGINE SOON light came on in my car on the way to work. I drove carefully, laughing at the light, because I knew that getting to the source was a few days and many miles away. Calling the neighborly auto shop revealed that that their work hours are very similar to mine, but also found that they are open on Saturdays. A call to my dad assured me that a few more miles as long as the car felt fine would not hurt the engine. Good. My roommate offered to relieve me of a task that may have disallowed me to join my friends for cocktails, and I accepted his gracious offer.

The old Mary would have stayed at work an extra two and a half hours Tuesday night to prepare for a sub so she could spend her day battling traffic to get her car to the shop. The old Mary would have said no to the kind offer, not wanting to trouble anyone. The old Mary would have driven from store to store Monday evening to find that darn cheese. But something within me has changed. I do what I can each step of the way and consider it good, knowing that the details will work themselves out along the way if I give room for them to do so. I call a knowledgeable friend for questions I do not know the answers to. I kick off my shoes when I arrive home and bask in the space that is my haven. And you know, friends then call me to offer their help. The magic is that in giving grace to myself to not have to do it all, have it all or be it all, I allow others the grace to give, as well. I still share myself in the world, just not at the expense of myself. I truly do laugh a lot more and worry a lot less—cliché phrase, I know, but I get it now.

My darling Aunt Joy called to let me know that her daughter’s family was to be in town from Thursday through Monday. The old Mary would have rushed over as soon as her Saturday morning yoga class was over to spend as much time as possible with family, requiring lots of rushing (and later requiring an intense nap on their den couch). But today, I realized that there was no need to rush. I enjoyed my day. Chatted with students after my class, enjoyed a lovely lunch snuggled in the corner of my couch, indulged in a brief post-lunch nap, enjoyed fresh-brewed coffee with dear friends who stopped by on their way out of the country… and then I brought my car over to those neighborly folks in Ballard who had spent nearly thirty minutes looking at my car last summer without letting me pay or even bring thank-you coffee… In the waiting room, I enjoyed great conversation with another patron- with whom I think I may become friends. I found a parking spot about three quarters of a mile from the ferry terminal and enjoyed a brisk walk amidst the sprinkles along the water’s edge along with the tourists and locals showing off Seattle to visiting family. Right now I sit upon a bright orange bench in front of the salty sound, catching bits of conversations in at least three languages, listening to the clicks of the entry machines, feeling the air swirl around me as people rush by in a hurry to get on the ferry that is not even here, yet. After purchasing my ticket I called my Uncle Craig to let him know that I would be catching the 5:30 ferry. He said that would bring me in at 6:30, and Aunt Joy will pick me up- so nice. I have made this day mine. I am relaxed, prepared, care-free– happy.

Mary Watts,
Director of Enrichment & Retreats
La Familia Gallery LLC



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