I wasn't looking forward to this morning, to be honest. My car was laid up at a local garage having its zillion-kilometre service, and a new headlight bulb fitted. It was raining - and I had a dental appointment in the city. This, I thought to myself, is a character building day. I need to adjust my attitude (from THIS SUUUCKS!) to one of positive and open acceptance and try to remember what my brilliant deep peace yoga therapy teacher had said just the other day. Love every moment just as it is.
OK, I thought, I'm a tryin!
So I smiled and bantered with the service station guy. He said he'd drop me at the train station so I wouldn't have to walk there in the rain. Score! My train was on time. Double score! And I arrived in the city an hour later feeling better already.
My dentist is just an awesome, kind and patient person who - joy of joys - is an author too, so we chatted books while I had my x rays and I immediately relaxed.
Finally released from the Chair of Fear, I ran away from the surgery in search of coffee. Somewhere peaceful (tough in the middle of the city) and DEFINITELY not a food court. And that's when I stumbled over the delightful School of Arts cafe just down the street. How have I never noticed it before? Perhaps the universe was holding back this little treat just for days like this.
While enjoying coffee and banana bread on the veranda (making the most of a break in the weather) I received a phone call from the garage. Not to tell me that the car had a hideously expensive terminal illness, as I half expected, but to let me know that it was ready to be picked up. FOUR HOURS earlier than expected. Oh - and if I needed a lift to the service station when I got off the train, I only had to call. My goodness, that attitude tweak worked wonders I reckon. Maybe I'll try it again tomorrow!
Hi - and welcome to my blog! I write women's fiction and short stories. Proud to call myself a Welsh Australian (Waussie!) I live in beautiful Brisbane and write full time.