Do you believe in energy?
I do.
Do you believe it can gather momentum?
You don’t? Oh, boy, I do!
What about those days when you wake up on the wrong side of the bed and before you can say crap sandwich, you stub your toe, the cat pukes on every flat surface in your apartment, the zipper breaks on your favorite pair of pants and you get a parking ticket in front of Starbucks?
THAT is what I mean by momentum.
Thankfully, not all days are bad and neither is momentum.
Energy is an equal opportunity force that can kick up the volume on positive stuff too. Don’t shake your head like that! What about those mornings when your hair decides to obey all the laws of physics and arranges itself on your head in a not-so-shitty way, you find ten bucks in an old pair of jeans, and just when it seems like things can’t get any better—you get a primo parking spot at Trader Joes (which practically takes an act of Congress) in the ten minute window you left yourself to shop.
But I’m no different than anyone else. I forget about momentum. That would mean I have to pay attention to my energy and steer it in the direction that feels better. Fuck, that sounds exhausting!
It’s so much easier to play the victim.
Ouch.
The other day I got a front row seat to some wicked energy momentum and it was so blatantly apparent it stopped me in my tracks. You expect it to be stealthy, sneaky, but sometimes it is so in-your-face you have no choice but to pay attention and try and take control of the wheel before your day or week goes completely off the rails.
Case in point:
STANDING IN THE BATHROOM.
He: I saw on Facebook that my buddy’s business is sponsoring a race car.
Me: You were on Facebook? Are pigs flying?
He: Ha, ha, very funny. I know, I’m anti-social media. Anyway, they’re sponsoring a race car and I never heard anything about it.
Me: Why would you?
He: (aghast) Because! I’m the car and motorcycle guru. I’m their go-to guy for anything with an internal combustion engine.
Me: (Yawn) Right. Well, I wouldn’t worry about it. I’m sure it was just an oversight.
He: (unintelligible) Grumble, grumble, grumble.
LATER THAT NIGHT…
Me: What’s the matter?
He: Nothing.
REPEAT THAT INTERACTION AT LEAST TEN TIMES.
Me: Okay.
He: I went to see my buddies at their headquarters to ask them about the race car, and when I pulled up I saw my electrician’s truck in the parking lot, and lo and behold his guys were there doing a bunch of electrical work without my knowledge.
Me: Well…Did you ask…?
He: No.
Me: Why not?
He: Because…it was weird.
Me: I know, but I’m sure there was some kind of mistake. A new guy maybe?
He: How could there be? They all know I’m the one who arranges any work that’s done there.
Me: Hmmm…
He: And when I walked into their office they were talking to another pal of ours and they all stopped talking, like I was intruding. It felt weird.
Me: (Thinking ) Then did they all flip their hair, laugh diabolically, and walk off together to homeroom? (Said out loud) Maybe it was just your imagination? What could they be saying that they wouldn’t want you to hear?
He: I don’t know. Nothing. It was just so weird that my electricians were there…
Me: I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation.
He: Right…
Me: What about the race car? Did you ask about that?
He: Oh, yeah, it just happened. They were really excited to tell me all about it.
Me: See. It was nothing.
He: Right…
Me: Somebody needs a hug.
He: Somebody needs a bottle of wine!
As he downed his first glassof wine like it was grape juice, I gingerly mentioned the fact that it looked suspiciously like his energy of they left me out of the loop from that morning had gotten a whole lot of momentum and was having its way with his emotions.
I could instantly remember doing the same thing a million times. Can’t you? It hurts. And as obvious as it is that the crappy reality we’re creating in our minds can be changed if we just take the time to see it—sadly, we are always the last to know.
“Think about it,” I said. “Out of the loop is the one thing that all of those situations have in common.” He yeah butted me for a while until he could see it too.
“I’m sure when you talk to your guys tomorrow there will be a perfectly simple explanation that will have nothing to do with being left out.
And as it turns out that’s exactly what happened.
His electrician called him first thing in the morning to ask about the billing (proving that he wasn’t going behind his back) and later that day he found out there was a new guy at the company who wasn’t read-in on the maintenance-chain-of-command.
Nothing was nefarious or personal.
It was all just a bunch of misunderstandings that were feeding on his energy.
Do you believe in energy?
I do.
Do you believe in momentum?
I most certainly do. I’ve seen it in action!
Carry on,
xox