Day 848 – Thankful for Seeing a Reflection of Myself in Another, Hearing a Song Differently Than Ever Before, and Gavin’s First Cycling Class

Yes, I started this blog a few years ago with the intention of writing about one thing I am thankful for each day.  As I’ve been known to do fairly regularly, I am totally breaking my own rules and writing about a few things instead.

Driving through Winona to my office I was in the right lane and realized I was running out of room to move into the left lane before our office building.  There was one SUV close behind so I hit the gas, made some distance between us and slid into the left lane.  It was closer than I’d like to have cut it, but there was plenty of room.  Almost immediately the SUV sped up and was just a few feet behind me.  The look into my rearview showed nothing but the grill of their vehicle.  As I turned to the left the laid on their horn.  When they drove by I saw a hand in a knitted glove that was extending the one finger salute my way.

The first thought that jumped into my head surprised me and made me smile.  “Wow, I can be a jerk of a driver sometimes!”  Yes, you read that right.  In seeing that gloved middle finger I saw myself doing the same thing or the other portions (tailgating, honking, etc…) to others in the past.  When I get frustrated I’ve gotten ornery and upset and haven’t always contained my frustration like I should.  In this situation I had the other perspective, I wasn’t trying to cut someone off or do anything rude, but the other person took it that way.  How often have I made the mistake of assuming ill intent and then gotten frustrated?

This situation offered up the opportunity to see my own actions through someone else’s eyes and realize just how foolish I’ve been.  I am so thankful for that moment of clarity and will remember it often.

There’s one single newsletter / email I get every day that I read consistently, and today it helped me see a song very differently.  The song The Impression That I Get by the Mighty, Mighty Bosstones was one of my favs way back in the ’90s.  If it comes one I almost can’t help but sing along and hear my friend Brian busting out the chorus in my mind.  In the newsletter this morning they used the song to point out a line that I hadn’t noticed.

I’m not a coward I’ve just never been tested
I’d like to think that if I was I would pass

After thinking about it I started to see the entire song in a different light.  I guess I hadn’t quite realized that the song was really about how we have to go through the tough times to figure out how strong we really are.  It’s been in my head all day now and I am reminded to be thankful for all of the difficult experiences of my life which have helped to shape me into who I am.

Tonight Gavin and I had a family cycling class at the YMCA.  Once he’s completed the two part class he can start to join us in our cycling classes – something we’re pretty sure he’s going to enjoy.  Today’s class pretty much proved that we are on to something!  Much of it was setting up the bike and basics like the different positions while cycling.  Even with that happening the little dude covered over 10 miles in 30 minutes and was loving it.  He’s pretty stoked to head back next week for the full routine.

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I didn’t get a pic of us cycling so I figured this would do…  Gavin with a little lizard…  random just like he is!

This is the second week in a row in which I’ve been able to have some one on one time with my boys while exercising at the YMCA.  I’m so thankful for their love of exercise and movement.  It’s building a foundation that will help them throughout their entire lives and it’s an opportunity for us to spend time as a family doing things we all love.

Thanks!!!

 

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