Gratitude and simply being

I am sitting in a café and after breakfast I am ready to start working, my laptop already open. Sometimes I combine it like this, getting things done and then off to the café, but mostly also with the idea of doing some work there. There is enough to do, marketing activities like designing flyers or planning appointments and events in advance.

Well then, ready to work, I quickly want to connect to my hotspot so I can use a proper internet connection. In my perception, a basic requirement nowadays to be able to get anything done. WhatsApp, email, Canva, and so on. I also have a fixed plan in my head of what I will do during the time I am here. Well, and then I cannot get the internet connection to work…

After several attempts, I get the idea to connect to the café’s guest Wi-Fi, but as luck would have it, that does not work today either due to technical changes. Okay. That is how it is for now. A brief “oh nooo,” and then I already start tuning into the change of plans. What can I do instead? It should be as productive as possible, I think to myself, but why actually so necessarily “productive”? And I begin to think that I am creating stress for myself by thinking like that. As if not everything I do in my life deserves the same importance. So instead of actually working, should I rather reflect on whether everything else I do is allowed to have the same importance as being “productive”? Apparently yes, because that is exactly how it is right now.

And this thought can be continued so wonderfully.Wonderful, I notice in this moment that I am doing well. That I am able to do this or to be in such a way that I understand what is happening, and the most beautiful part, that I can take this moment as it presents itself. Without resistance to the current state and without inner pressure to have to do something else. Gratitude spreads and also a little sadness when I think about the fact that it has not always been like this and how many people are still struggling…It can be so simple. Oh God, that sounds so trite, I notice it in the moment as it is written down. And I confirm again: yes, it can be that simple if you allow it.

With an internet connection, it would have gone differently and I would not have arrived at this contentment… And suddenly, in hindsight, it makes sense the way it unfolded. In hindsight…

How often have I questioned the meaning in advance. Quite often. And yet it only reveals itself afterwards. Everything else is assigning meaning in the mind. Basically also okay, but just from the mind, like half a coin without the heart.