Not Yet Michael Jordan, Nor “The Situation”

In all honesty, I woke up in bad spirits.
And then, almost as though my subconscious read the Mindy Kalin New Yorker article, it got “movie cute frustration scene” when my Belle and I miss-coordinated and after I took once sip, most of my morning coffee got splashed on me and the sidewalk.
Then the UPS store sent me an email telling me I had a package, and I called the clerk to ask who it was from, the clerk told me it was forbidden (in fact, “illegal”) for him to tell me.  I countered that it was in fact my package, and I had the tracking number, and he completely knew me personally so I was baffled what law we might be breaking to tell me who was sending me mail.
Anyway, after hanging up and calling corporate headquarters to lodge a compaint and to confirm my hunch that revealing mail to the recipient isn’t violating any law, I realized I might be better off spending some time cleaning up my own vibration.
Arriving at the UPS store, the clerk was surprisingly apologetic and contrite and I told him we’d get to the bottom of unraveling some superior’s misunderstanding of corporate policy.
But here’s the moral of the story:  I was wise enough to realize midway through that I was so distracted by an annoying clerk, that I was not focused on the fact that I am getting 20+ items of clothing as corporate endorsements.   And while I am not Michael Jordan, I have nonetheless become someone that various yoga companies want to give wardrobes to (thus, I am not “The Situation” either.)

Rather than focusing on the fact that I now have about about 20+ new yoga outfits gifted to me, I was devoting much more attention to the clerk’s not telling me who’s sending the latest spectacular package.  A classic example of focusing on the 1% that’s not working (and which you don’t want more of), than the bounty of abundance that’s right in front of you.
After teaching class at the Lotus, (in yet another new, gifted outfit), I picked up Dan at the airport.  Barely time for him to check into his hotel before an awesome dinner with Susan at Plant.
Dan and I then swung by to the kirtan at the Lotus to celebrate the center’s fourth birthday in San Francisco.  Belle was an enormous hit.  In fact, at one moment, there were at least five people simultaneously petting her during the ecstatic chanting.  (Only Belle can “afford” a ten-handed massage.)
Although no one has yet sponsored such a massage for me, even with all the challenges of my move, at the very least I have an awesome wardrobe with which to experience them.  (And really, is it all the terrible if I have to wait to arrive at the UPS store to learn who’s gifting me things?)