Yesterday was a rough day…
I woke up thrilled to see that products for me to review had been delivered to our mailbox. I anxiously walked to our mailbox to find it empty. I started panicking as I remembered the lock on our mailbox had been broken for a while now. Why hadn’t I called to get that fixed? Just one of those items on my checklist every day that kept getting pushed to the bottom in the chaos of our life. I worried that my packages had been stolen. After trying to call the postal office several times and getting the run around, I decided to drive down there and talk to somebody in person.
I arrived and proceeded to stand in the line that weaved out the door while I waited for a clerk to help me. When it was finally my turn, I told the nice man my problem and that I needed to get the lock fixed. The clerk went to check the shelf and assured me that they did not have my missing mail at their location. I began filling out the necessary forms when a woman approached me. She introduced herself to me as the manager and basically began to interrogate me about my mailbox. I told her that it had been broken for a while and when I called the 800 number, I couldn’t get a person on the line. She went on to tell me that I was lying; that there was no way my mailbox was broken for more than a few days because her mailman would never deliver to an unlocked mailbox. I politely told her that maybe he hadn’t noticed but it had been broken for quite some time.
Now, I don’t do well with conflict. I’m one of those people who flee at all costs from confrontation. So as she kept accusing me of lying about my situation, I just began to shake and retreat completely. She walked away and miraculously came back with my missing mail that her mailman didn’t deliver. YAY! I was so thrilled to see the packages, but I couldn’t shake the feeling I was left with. This woman made me feel incredibly small and insignificant, even in that short time, it affected me. I told her I was sorry if I had frustrated her and I hoped she had a better day. I finally left and when I got into the car (I’m embarrassed to say) I cried!
As I drove home, I put on some Chris Tomlin to calm myself down, and then I realized something huge. I allowed her to let me feel this way. I let her steal my joy. It was a beautiful day, my daughter and I snuggled all morning, my coffee was perfect and Grey’s Anatomy was coming on that night! There was no way I was going to let her affect my whole day.
Today, I want you all to choose joy! No matter what life throws your way, choose to see the good and the happiness in your weekend. And do something kind for someone in your life! You never know the impact it could have. This country is at odds with one another enough as it is; can’t we be kind to one another?
Have a wonderful Halloween filled weekend!
Please note this is not a view of the whole United States Postal Service. I understand there are very kind and compassionate people in this field, this was just my experience on that day.