Georgia weather has been more than kind to us this weekend. So, I decided to reserve it for the kids. Our agenda included all kinds of fun kiddy stuff. Well, today we got dressed to head out for smoothies and some Downtown Savannah fun. Climbed in the car and made it all the way on the other side town before I realized that I not only left my phone home, but my wallet too.
Mind you, I had my purse, but not my wallet. I can’t attribute it rushing, because we were far from it. Since I was already clear ‘cross town before I realized it, I didn’t even bother to go back. Problem is, it was going on two o’clock and we had yet to eat anything. How in the devil’s hell am I going to do this without having to resort to fast food? And if I go back home, that’s a wrap; I ain’t coming back out.
One of the boxes on the checklist included going to Michael’s to return two mattes. Did that and got $6.40 back. Walked from Michael’s to Smoothie King. Ordered two kid-sized strawberry smoothies and prayed in every language known to man that the total wouldn’t amount to more than I’d been refunded plus the coins jingling at the bottom of my purse.
The register politely requested $6.40. As if they ain’t juicy enough, she also asked if I wouldn’t mind an additional sample cupful since she’d accidentally made too much. I surely would not. Even sweeter? What ended up happening is that Kobe slurped down half of the sample cup and (as usual) declared that she was full and didn’t want anymore.
I learned a fundamental lesson here:
God got me!
Even when I’m feeling less than. I walked in the store with what I didn’t have in mind; beat myself up for forgetting; prayed that I could get by. What ended up happening, however, is that I walked out with more than enough.
Next stop: Forsyth Park. I pulled up already ready to go. My original plans consisted of letting the kids play while I caught up on some Jimmy Baldwin and snapped a few pix. Well, no phone meant no reading, no social media, no camera…no nothing (seemingly). No contact + no money, to me, equated to an upside down day.
Instead of capturing the moment, I found myself lost in it. I swung so high that the butterflies in my tummy turned into bats. Until my face was parallel with the sky and I was LOL’ing (literally, not just typing it). When I tired out, I took a seat on the sidelines next to a woman who was visiting Savannah for the first time. We chatted it up a bit and, in addition to learning that we were both from Louisiana, she shared that she wanted to write a book. Word?
Yet another lesson:
An upside down day can be made right-side up with the right attitude.
Find a reason to giggle until you cramp, and then do it. No moping. No complaining. Laugh. Play. Connect…not only with those on the other side of the globe, but the ones right there beside you. Juice the moment. In turn, you’ll realize that everything you need, you already have.