Today was a great day.
My cable got cut off. I had to work really hard to focus on what I wanted (cable) and not on what I didn't want (my cable cut off.) I can pay it tomorrow, but it was too late. When we got home, I felt like I feel when the electricity goes off. As though I had to shift into emergency "making do" mode. Because there was no cable.
I had to keep reminding myself I still had electricity, and I usually don't watch TV anyway. I made dinner, put a movie in the DVD for Mommy/son night, and hunkered down with no internet access, except through my phone. Times were rough. I planned to read a book with my son later. Settling into all the quiet time. (After making dinner, vacuuming, doing the dishes and getting school lunch packed.) I felt like a brave pioneer woman. I knew it was ridiculous, but I can't say I didn't feel it.
Then the phone rang. It was Comcast. I explained the situation and they restored my cable. Wow. Okay. I was actually a little disappointed. I'm clearly very reliant on my luxury conveniences. But our night wasn't thrown into chaos. In fact, it wasn't any different than any other night. And most importantly, all of my determination to focus on the positive aspects paid off. I wasn't worried, or upset. It was fine. I was fine. Old me would have fretted, and started calculating all the other bills I need to catch up on....but I didn't do that. I knew I'd get the cable back on sooner rather than later, and I knew that even if not, we'd make it through, somehow.
I have money coming in steadily, I had fun at work, Comcast, notorious for it's horrible customer service was great and very accommodating, and now I'm looking forward to reading before dropping off to sleep.
It was a great day because I decided it was going to be a great day. And it was. All is well. It always is.