Just for the record, I am not Jesus.
But don’t worry, I’m not delusional. I just think that sometimes those Jesus qualities would come in handy; such as when you need to feed more mouths than two foil packets of fish will provide.
This delicious lunch recipe has a distinct chipotle kick using a cooking method that marries a mélange of flavors and makes for easy clean up. The only thing it doesn’t provide is extra food in a pinch. In our case, Old School Mama was leaving for a trip and suggested she might not be able to attend this week’s Monday Lunch in her haste to pack. Happily, at the last minute, she could come!
That’s when it would have been handy to change loaves into fishes because I had only thawed and wrapped two fresh foils of fish in anticipation of Old School Mama's departure.
If there’s one thing I have learned recently, it’s that fretting over a perceived deficiency is just not helpful.
I’m not blowing your mind. Most of us are cognitively aware of those “lack and attack” moments where our behavior becomes unflattering because we are just sure there IS NOT ENOUGH. Politics, parenting, money, sports: They can all be hot button issues that sometimes trigger our natural human belief that there is not enough.
[Read Martha Beck’s entertaining piece on the Lizard Brain]
I’m not saying I’m immune. In fact, I just returned from a trip where I was pretty sure there was not enough time to get to my departing plane. As I drove in horrible weather that threatened my well devised travel itinerary I noticed myself getting tense and eventually cursing out loud (I was alone and will deny this vehemently). I’m pretty certain none of the aforementioned (and unattractive) actions helped me get to my plane any faster.
The fact remained that there was more than enough time to get to my destination. I may not have made my scheduled flight, but there were other flights and I was not going to miss anything but a few extra hours at my destination. Once I slowly accepted that I would make it eventually and no harm would be done to anyone, I could physically feel myself relax, give full attention to the task at hand and ignore the ticking clock.
I made my flight with time to spare.
Another time, I agreed to pick up a fitness class at the local recreation center for an instructor who needed time off. I loved the upbeat dance class and missed it in my weekly exercise schedule (shaking one’s booty does amazing things for your abs and attitude!). I decided to offer the same class twice a week but it would be an hour earlier than the original instructor had taught it and that meant teaching at the same time as two other instructors.
It wasn’t long before I was approached by the instructors and a few patrons to consider changing my class time. I started to hear passive remarks suggesting I was competing with them, was being insensitive to their already built up repertoire of participants, and should just keep the time slot the same as the former instructor. It made sense. Would there be enough class participants for everyone?
In this particular case, I was not attached to the outcome. I just wanted to dance and was not really tied to teaching. Without obsessing over the number of people who would show up and a deep sense that my timing was perfect, I honestly didn’t care as long as the people there were interested in having fun!
Five people showed up the first day and it has grown steadily from there. The other classes continue to thrive as well.
Yes, there are enough dedicated exercisers to fill many classes at once.
I’m getting better at identifying the moments when I start to fear a lack of resources, accolades or attention. I’m especially vulnerable when I am with a group of mothers talking about what their children are doing or not doing. Oh my, your child is doing that?! I mentally note that my child is not doing that. Great! I am probably a horrible mother stifling her child’s growth. I suspect that’s one reason you must now register your child for preschool before your pregnancy test confirms his existence.
Or how about when a good friend starts talking about the great time she had the other night with a new mom on the block. What?! I know you probably don’t do this, but I start to wonder if she has something I don’t have – like hilarity and perfection. Trust me, I know have a long way to go before being a well balanced Buddha.
However, I can finally acknowledge that faith requires a fervent belief that there is always enough. There is enough money, enough love, enough time, and enough customers.
There is enough.
YOU are enough.
Unless you only thaw two fish fillets for Monday Lunch. Then you need to pull out the Jesus card – which will really just be you making an extra lunch out of the contents of your fridge.
Light and Peace,
The Busy Buddha
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