One valuable lesson I learned in therapy was reframing. It’s the ability to take a situation and look at it from a different perspective. I’ve always been skilled at that, as my brain defaults to looking at situations from multiple angles. I just didn’t have a name for it. It fits in well with my main storyline, which is that we all get to write our own story.
This morning I had car trouble. Nothing too significant, but enough to make me late… or actually, force me to cancel.
I hate being late, and even more, I hate cancellations when I’m the one making them. I don’t mind a bit when others do it to me, but that’s a different story about introverts.
This cancellation was even more emotional than normal because the appointment was a reschedule from a previous one I totally spaced on and missed… the worst of all my fears. I hate letting people down, and not showing up for an appointment is probably the worst of my sins. It means the person waiting was left uncertain… and that is a horrible feeling.
I’ve always hated waiting for people and being an obsessive time sensitive guy that happens to be the one amongst my friends that drives and owns a car, it was something I did a lot. I am constantly the one waiting for people who need a ride. I’m on time… they’re not. Today’s story is about how I made somebody else wait.
I posted this one facebook:
When all else fails, make sure you get to tell a great story.
— Jeff Goebel
I think in my head that a smile makes it worth it, in a strange way. I didn’t make my customer wait long before I notified her, although I suppose she cleared her schedule for me, and now has to re-plan her morning, but it was a minimal inconvenience, and so far already, I’ve seen a few likes, and smiles and even a real genuine #rLOL.
My car is broken, I cance4lled a rescheduled appointment, but this isn’t affecting my day or my mood.
Happy Friday, thanks to reframing the bad as good.