I am LOVING how my DoWoo process works. I sit down at the end of the evening and sometimes I have an idea already in mind of what I wish to share…I type and it totally just flows, other times I sit down with one idea, then when I start typing it turns into something completely different, some days I am so not sure what I am to write about….then Walter and Gregory inspire me, and then there was today….
I sat down, started to write that I had no idea what to write about on this evening – Christmas Eve to be exact…figuring somewhere in all the family interaction a few aspects of the day would surface as DoWoo material…but, alas – nada.
So…I did what I do when I’m stumped. I walk away. Concentrate on something else which included chatting with Walter about how we would wrap up our day, cuddling Greg, enjoying the fire, and laundry.
This morning I had thrown a load in with 2 of my favourite sweaters. These are the kind which need to “lay flat to dry”. When we were 1/2 way to Walter’s family for our mid day gathering I remembered I had not taken them out. Upon arriving back home this evening I threw everything into the dryer – including these 2 sweaters. My intent was to remove them after 10 minutes or so…once the wrinkles were worked out a bit.
About 45 minutes later I hear a buzz from the laundry room. The clothes have finished drying. An expletive sneaked out while I ran to the dryer. Walter pokes his head in and asked what happened? I explained what I had intended to do and what I did.
This is when it hit me!
For YEARS Walter had been trying to be helpful by doing the laundry. There have been times he has accidentally shrunk something in the dryer to which I have never been very kind. I realized…truly I do…that he is trying to be helpful, he does not do anything to harm my clothes on purpose and well…things just happen. Logically I KNOW this stuff. In the moment I’ve been anywhere from frustrated to angry to annoyed. I’ve attempted to be understanding but in looking back I don’t believe I ever was truly as forgiving to him as I was to myself this evening.
How can I move on so calmly when I did something that when he does it I freak out? Our wedding vows includes a phrase we coined: “I am us!” So….that means Walter is just as much me when something happens as I am to him when something happens. Therefore how can I do anything but treat Walter with the same respect i would give myself in such a situation. Whatever transpired was not done with intent and it could happen to either of us just as easily.
Once this hit me (while I was pulling my sweaters out of the dryer – fully dry) I realized THIS was my DoWoo for today. Not only does the Universe provide me with the appropriate inspiration when needed…it works in some HUGE life lessons along the way.
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So…..
You now have irrevokable PROOF!!
God has a sense of humor…
I confess loving those times when I hear God chuckle, as I heard him do whilst reading this.
Fabulous!!!
Merry Christmass!!
Oh Yeah! For sure He has a sense of humour…it astounds me some times. Glad you enjoyed Cassandra.
I had a half dozen of those nice, comfy, warm sweaters when I got married. My helpful husband did the same thing. Gotta love him. He means well. Nice observation. And I love “we are us” – glad I got to be a part of your sunrise ceremony last year!! Merry Christmas!!
I am blessed right back Heather – to have had you part of our life for over a year now. You bring light. And it appears we are both a bit lighter in our wardrobes LOL!!