This seems to be a theme for me this week, anticipating the momentous and not so momentous and having neither turn out the way I planned.
This past Sunday, my husband, son and I were to have our first in-store demonstration of our Highland Haggis in a large grocery chain here in southeastern Wisconsin. To be in a retail chain is potentially huge for us and we have been thrilled by the opportunity to reach a wider market for our products. To make a convoluted and potentially long story short, it didn’t happen.
I’m still not quite sure where the miscommunication happened, but happen it did. After we’d invited groups of people to join us: local writer groups, Scottish groups, and people from our martial arts community. So, what did we do when we showed up with pounds of pre-paid and prepared food and were turned away?
We went to the pub. Not to drown our sorrows, but to celebrate our friends and the fact that they came, some at considerable distance, to support us.
Before that, we donated four pounds of cooked product to a local restaurant, Puddle Jumpers, that caters heavily to Irish and Scottish workers in the surrounding area. This worked out better than you might think because we had already pitched product to them and they have been receptive. Good will on our part and they get to try before they buy. Then we went to an Irish pub, gave them some of our product (hoping to acquire a spot on their menu as well) and spent the afternoon with all those people who showed up to support us. We had a great time with great friends while trying to make as many new opportunities for our business to succeed as possible under the circumstances.
I couldn’t think of anything to write for today’s blog…something that doesn’t generally plague me for long. Then I picked up my worn copy of Anam Cara by John O’Donohue and picked a page. When I’m stuck on a scene or a chapter or even a theme for a new story, I often do this for inspiration. Here’s what I found: “…A day is precious because each day is essentially the microcosm of your whole life. Each new day offers possibilities and promises that were never seen before…”
As January’s hope for a new, productive, energized year full of well thought out plans bleeds into February’s frustration with what hasn’t been accomplished, I’m trying to focus on what did get done and what has gone unexpectedly right.
The promises and the possibilities that have come to me so far this year have been plenty and unexpected. My writing community has been a source of encouragement, support and a kick in the pants when needed. Our Scottish community has been expansively gracious and more loyal and loving than any I have ever known. Our martial arts community continues to be there for us no matter how crazy they think our adventures are. There have been a few people in our lives who have not been there when we needed them, but thankfully unexpected others have been there to fill the void.
Fellow author, Jill James, posted on FaceBook today about the joys of FB friendships. I think that simple post got it right. When people come into our lives and offer support, friendship and love, best not to think about what’s missing or what isn’t, but be grateful for what is and the people who are there.
Here’s hoping the rest of the week goes as planned…