Merry Christmas from New Jersey!
Pretty much exactly a month ago we moved. Right before Thanksgiving. We moved from a HUGE six bedroom house to a cute little (emphasis on little, although huge by NYC standards!) duplex and purged a bunch of stuff so we could fit into a two-bedroom. As my husband was returning the rental truck, it occurred to him that the truck would not fit under the awning in the parking lot that adjoined the rental company and the neighboring restaurant. He stopped the truck, and looked to see if there was an alternate way inside the parking lot, but it appeared the restaurant had blocked the entrance with valeted cars.
A valet came out and began yelling, telling him he needed to get his truck out of the way or else.
He explained that he was trying to return the truck, and valeted cars were blocking the entrance to the rental company.
You can imagine the next few sentences, I won’t print them for you. No one benefits from that.
Needless to say, the owner came out and told my husband if he didn’t move his truck, he would stick him in a “dumpster, and no one will ever hear from you again.”
David got back in his truck, a little shaken (At that point he was certain the mob did in fact exist!) and waited. Finally they moved the valeted cars and he could return the rental. A call to the rental company the next morning was in order, where they refunded half the cost of the truck because of all the trouble returning the vehicle. I guess that helped to soften the blow of this kind of experience, but really?! A dumpster? What is going on people?!
A couple weeks ago I went to Costco. You know how the Costco parking lot is. CRAZY. Especially during the holidays. I found a spot, and began pulling in when this other vehicle pulled up next to me before I could get in the spot and started going crazy on me. “Are you kidding me?!” She yelled at me. “I was here, this is my spot!” My jaw dropped. Literally dropped. I had my blinker on, I’d patiently waited for this spot!
David told me to let her have it and to just find another. So I did, with a grudge of course.
I could go on and keep complaining, but in all seriousness, it doesn’t matter.
I think our senses and emotions are heightened during this time of year. People will be overly generous and some will be downright mean. It doesn’t matter what they do.
What will you do? How will you be? What are you teaching your child? Who will you be?
It’s hard to remember this, right?! It’s so hard. I wanted to yell right back at that woman and tell her to go find another parking spot because that one was mine. I’m sure my super-non-violent husband wanted to punch the guy who wanted to put him in a dumpster. But in reality it’s just dumb. Downright dumb. It doesn’t matter what they do. It matters who I am, and who I belong to.
It’s hard to remember this when it comes to good things, too. When a coworker gives you an expensive gift, do you run out and match their generosity? It doesn’t matter what they do. What’s in your heart, your budget, your ability? As cliche as it sounds, a lot of people really don’t give expecting to receive. It doesn’t matter what they do.
Today, we leave for a Christmas vacation visiting family in California. It’s a much needed vacation for my husband, and I don’t want anything to ruin it. And then I remember… It doesn’t matter what anyone else does. It doesn’t matter if the plane is delayed, if the snow keeps falling, if security gives us a hard time because we have a baby without a boarding pass because she’s a lap child, or if we forget something. We have a choice.
I choose JOY.
It doesn’t matter what they do, okay? Choose joy. Choose it, cling to it, harbor it, relish in it. Merry Christmas!