I love to remember that we always have a choice. The other day I went and got a coffee, and it wasn’t that great. The service wasn’t good. I felt kind of like a nuisance.
I was walking home, my mum was there, and I was imagining forward to the conversation I was about to have. You know, “How was the new place? Did you try it out?”
And I’d say, “Oh, the service wasn’t very good,” I was collecting all of these complaints, and I was quite satisfied having all these kind of negative things to say, even though my experience wasn’t that great. And then I suddenly realized it’s kind of pointless.
Why have that conversation with my mum? ‘Because how it’s gonna is, “How was the coffee place?” “Not that great.” … “Oh.”
It kind of kills energy in a way. So instead my mum asked, “How was the coffee place?” And I said, “Great.”
And then we kind of moved on.
It’s like the interactum- it’s like the interaction was additive as opposed to subtracting to the general energy of our day. And it makes me think, you know, we always do have a choice.
Even if we do have a not great experience, we can choose our orientation to it or just move on
