I am trying to be easy to please. Or at least easier to please. This is my new goal, or “intention” as we say in yoga. Ken would laugh if he heard me say that. He chides me for my idiosyncrasies and peculiarities. Go with the flow, I am not.
Historically I have never been easy to please. My dad reminds me of this often. I would whine my way through hikes and complain about long car rides through the mountains. Isn’t this what all kids do? I am Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally, always being kind of particular about things (but not good at faking orgasms). I am the one who wants to change hotel rooms for a better view or send back a cold soup even if it was meant to be cold. I think another name for this is high maintenance. It is exhausting. What if we just accepted things as they came and saw the good?
Yes, this view of the parking lot is stunning!!
Today I went to yoga, did not fart, and did forearm balance for the first time. I always thought it was “four” arm balance and wondered where you got the extra two arms. I’ll never be a yoga instructor, it’s too complicated for me. This is not me, but my brunette sister, who I am sure is easy to please.
I got home and made a poached egg. I have never been successful at a poached egg before. It’s not that hard, but sometimes there are things that we can’t do that other people can do very well. I was easily pleased by my egg.
I had some revelations while on vacation. It was a good reminder to find joy in the moment. To love the simple things. To not wish for things to be different.
- I learned that when you are on a guided tour and someone taps you on the shoulder, you shouldn’t immediately turn around and blame the person behind you who just might be an old Frenchman. You should always blame your 13 year old son standing to the side.
- I learned that sharing a room with your two bickering children for several days on end does not bring out the best in a person. I started to say things like, “No, YOU be quiet. YOU are not the boss of ME. I am your mother.”
- I learned that big Costa Rican men driving American families around the country sometimes have bad gas. Very bad gas. Must be the beans.
- I learned that it feels like you get a lot more email when you don’t check it all the time.
- I learned that low flow toilets aren’t meant to handle SUAR’s offerings and that not being allowed to put paper in the toilet (and instead in a trashcan) makes things smell.
- I learned the the pole in the middle of a boat is to be used for balancing while trying to walk, not dancing and getting tips.
Are you hard to please or more of a go-with-the-flow type?
What did you learn recently?