You’d think in the midst of a week where DELIGHT was our happy Word of the Week, I’d just walk around smiling, right?
My hormones took revenge and played ping-pong with my emotions.
Storm clouds (and the occasional lightening bolt) hovered over my head. Instead of looking at my husband, I glared – and the smallest, most innocent comment from him received a snappish, wicked-witchy answer.
Happy anniversary, honey. (Tomorrow marks 13 years since we said “I do.”)
Indeed, I was not the poster child for delight this week. In fact, I was at a loss about what to write to you today until an unexpected opportunity to jump-start my dead delight battery arose.
Taking it changed everything.
We went to Cannon’s Steakhouse as we do every Friday night to enjoy my swoon-worthy singing friend, John Russo. Just being around him and our fellow Lounge Lizards (that’s what we call ourselves) is usually all I need to improve my mood.
And it did. A little.
There’s this 90+ year old lady named Shirley who is always there on Friday nights. I’d love her just for the sparkly hats she wears and of course, her name, which also belongs to my sister, though spelled with an “ee” at the end. Shirley can’t help but make you smile because at various interludes in John’s performance, she gets up and tap dances throughout the restaurant, wearing a smile that could light any dark place.
Seeing her always makes me breathe a prayer that I’ll be a similar hoot at an advanced age. And that I’ll get to BE an advanced age.
But what triggered the return to joy wasn’t just John, or the Lizards, or Shirley, or the fact that my husband gave up his failed attempt at growing a beard and shaved that day.
It was a sneaky little thing that happened between me and my heart.
John announced that the lovely couple sitting with Shirley was celebrating their 75th anniversary. Seventy-five years! Sheesh! And I thought I slayed the big one by making it to thirteen!
Then it came to me.
Secretly buy their dinner.
I slipped Brad the bartender the credit card, asked to remain anonymous and voila!
Doom be damned.
Ha! Take THAT hormones. I’m going to kill you with kindness.
It DELIGHTED me that, regardless of what I was feeling, I could send a shock wave through the universe, defiantly choosing a loving act when I thought my love tank was empty.
Turns out, there are always reserves in that tank. And miraculously, drawing upon them fills it up again.
It doesn’t have to involve a credit card. Maybe it is something only you can do and be that, when extended, tips the scales for someone else (and your own at the same time.)
It will come to you as a gentle invitation, which you can choose to ignore or embrace. I can only say embracing it was good for what ailed me this week.
So what’s ahead? Here’s parting thoughts on delight and the new WOW:
Scaling back should never be equated with “settling for…”
What does SIMPLICITY mean to you?
This post is sealed with a KISS (Keep It Simple, Sweetie).