My December to Remember: Day Twenty-Four
News: American Airlines experiences “technical issue” and temporarily grounds flights. On Christmas Eve. Never fails.
Teamsters President says Kamala Harris cut their interview short, told him she’d win “With or without him.”
Starbucks employees walkout as Amazon delivery strike is “over for now.”
Trump says he will urge his DOJ to “pursue death penalty” after Biden commutes all but three federal death row sentences.
Ford, Toyota, GM all donate $1M to Trump’s inaugural fund.
It’s cold out there. It’s been cold for days. I need my gloves. I need a scarf. I have an ear warmer but it keeps slipping down my forehead. The heat is all the way on in my apartment and I’m still cold. Yet when I got into my Uber today, I was so steamy, I fogged up the backseat windows. I was sweating. I needed a hankie. The driver put the windows down while we were in the tunnel. And I could feel it. I knew it was me doing it. My energy caused it all. It didn’t last and it’s literally the least important thing in the world. But I saw the effect a person could have on any given scenario. And maybe if we concentrate on what exactly it is we’re putting out, perhaps we can manifest the returns we were always meant to have.
I wrote Christmas cards for the first time ever. The compulsion to do so this year was too overwhelming to ignore, even though I just sent them today and they will certainly reach their destinations late. I usually detest this sort of thing, but the Christmas spirit found me, and so did the cards. And I didn’t stop there. At my boyfriend’s suggestion, I got everyone at work a $10 Dunkin gift card and a candy cane. I made a literal art project out of it, taping the candy to the card and tying a tag to it. I took a lot of pride in what I was doing, knowing that even if the recipient didn’t appreciate what I gave them, my spirit of giving was enough to change my whole trajectory, and not just at Christmastime.
The entire time I felt like I was channeling my mom, putting together perfect little aesthetically-pleasing goodie bags and not having it feel like a chore. These were things she’d take pride in doing as well, using her creativity to make memorable mementos for whatever project had her attention. It made me think about what else I can do, what else I can put out to the world that not only makes me feel good, but is a good thing to do for people.
There’s a pattern emerging here that showed me the simplicity of the power charging within your own body. I can almost feel myself being able to tweak an outcome by manipulating the scenario so the bad guys don’t win. And in some instances, the one thing you can do that lies within your own self. Your thoughts, your feels, your heart and your soul. Everything about you is radiating out whatever energy you’re using to charge yourself. You may not be able to see it like you could fog on a backseat window, but it’s ever-present, like a town’s effortless transformation into a winter wonderland.
As for me, I’ve still got some praying to do in order to change things to my liking. I like to think none of us have even begun to realize what kind of treasure awaits us after the holiday season. As long as those thoughts stay pure and what’s being created is a net benefit for all. The selfish grinch routine is played out. Now it’s all about getting back all that you’ve already put out. And if thinks go they way I think, the next piece of mail could share the happiest news possible.
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