Yesterday I lost my peace. My mom and I are booked on a cruise, and the flight times we were given result in two full days lost on the trip, no room for any flight delay on the way there, and the need to get up at 4:30 am on the return. I had no control over the booking—and the person I was lamenting to had no control over it, or any ability to change it. The more I talked to him about it, the greater became my frustration. This disappointing flight schedule had become a mountain. I had lost my peace because I was not in control of the booking. This needing to feel in control robs us of our happiness and peace.
I was soon able to look at myself and see what was happening. I could feel the tension release in my body. I contacted the person and thanked them for trying to do something, but that was only step one. The more important, and often more difficult, step was being gentle on myself. I was feeling guilty that I had not been able to maintain my sense of peace; that I had gotten caught up in letting things outside of me take away my peace—I was not allowing for my humanness. I needed to be gentle with myself. Getting off of the “mountain” did not change the flight times but it changed how I saw things, how peaceful I felt.