Until...the moment during cocktail hour when they suddenly vanished from the table that I set them down on. But wait, how can this be? I just set them down for a minute - right beside my pocket book, which is still in the spot where I left it. How can they just go missing? Who would take them?
Oh no. It's happening. "I'm about to freak the f*ck out." I announced to my cousin Rachael, who knew the potential of the storm she would be in for. A cloud of anger came over me and I thought, "This is a test. This just HAS to be a test."
Rachael went off to find any and every employee of the venue to report the missing shades. I stayed back at a table pretending to listen to my family talk to me. Eventually, the mindless nods and fake crooked smile-act had to come down. I turned to my father and said, "I"m really upset." He asked me what happened to make me upset, and I told him. At first he questioned how anyone could swipe something at an event like this, surrounded by love and family. But then he shrugged and said, "Nan, don't worry about it. It's just money."
Feeling as though I'd just been dismissed I started at him with the argument that I work hard to buy the things that I want and I shouldn't have to be the one getting violated! I suppose in that moment my dad did exactly what he should have done for me. He just listened. Through that, I was able to hear myself and actually feel myself being crazy. I started to change my thoughts. Knowing good and well that I didn't want my entire evening ruined over a pair of sunglasses. I said to my dad, "I know there are much worse things, and this is a special day so I'm really gonna try not to let this get to me anymore. I'm happy to be here and have all of you guys here. So... whatever, thanks."
I kid you not -- 5 minutes later, a woman came towards me with my vintage babies in her hand. And just like that, I realized how insignificant those sunglasses were in the grand scheme of everything. I'd already made up my mind that I'd be grateful for the night and forget about the glasses, but having them returned to me was the icing on the cake. In the end, it was a test. While I went kicking and screaming, I'd say I passed.
Can you see how powerful your thoughts and actions are?