Yesterday I flew first class from Madrid after spending nine days in Spain with Jim. Friday was our 10th wedding anniversary and as we reminisced we could hardly believe that it’s been 10 years.
We were married in Allentown, Pennsylvania where I grew up.
I had attended to every detail to ensure that the day would be “perfect”.
From the flowers (I interviewed 8 florists), to the 12-piece Motown band (complete with red bongo drums), to the table names (various wines), to the transition from it being a reception to a Happy-Ever-After Celebration.
It was an affair to be remembered.
For the ceremony at the St. John the Baptist Slovak Catholic Church, I hired a first-rate singer who was driving in from New Jersey and an extraordinary pianist.
The night before our wedding, the singer called to say that she couldn’t make it because she was coming down with laryngitis.
I hung up the phone and took a deep breath.
Everyone was already in the car waiting to go to dinner.
We had 35 friends and relatives from out of town that we were entertaining and there was not time for me to think about how to fix this, I simply had to trust.
As I shared this with Jim and our friends over dinner, I laughed about it and figured there must be an Upside.
The next morning, Jim called me and said that he and the guys had gone out to a karaoke bar. (So, I wondered where this was going….)
One of the guys in the group mentioned to the karaoke singer that Jim was getting married in the morning and his singer bailed. He asked if she was available.
At first, she thought this was a pick-up line, and ignored him. I can picture the scenario in my mind.
I’m not sure whether she was intrigued or curious, but at the end of the night she broke down and gave them her number.
When I got Jim’s call at 8 a.m., 5 hours before walking down the aisle, I couldn’t believe my ears.
No, I was not excited. I was appalled.
But, because I am one to trust, I took the number and called her.
We had a quick conversation and I told her I was getting married in a few hours –with or without her. I told her to work out the details with the pianist if she was interested and gave her his number.
By the time I got to the Church, with all the excitement I had forgotten all about the singer.
During the 1st song in the Mass, this beautiful, angelic voice danced from the heavens.
It was the karaoke singer!
I cried throughout the service as the music brought me to my knees.
She waited for me after the service and told me that she was grateful for the opportunity to be around so much love.
It turned out, she was in an unhappy marriage, and estranged from the Catholic Church, and she shared that this was exactly what she needed.
Yes, I couldn’t have orchestrated it better if I had planned it myself.
Ten years later, Jim still leaves me a note each and every day letting me know how much he loves and appreciates me.
It’s been a wonderful journey filled with lots of ups and a few downs.
But, as on that day, I was called to be a vessel. And, through it all, I remember to trust.
That’s what Upside Thinking is.
Understanding that even with the greatest of plans, life happens. But, there is ALWAYS an Upside.
Too often on the road of our life journey, we get distracted by the downs. We get distracted by what we want, believing there is only one way to get there.
We expect that somewhere on the road, there will be happiness.
If we focus on the destination, we can miss the good stuff on the journey.
Trust that you are exactly where you choose to be in every twist and turn on your journey.
Life is change. Growth is optional. Choose wisely. Lead Upside.