Thing Happen FOR Me

Things Happen FOR Me

Fog and mist at Fogmoor Farm

In the past I have always believed that things happen TO me.  That belief took me down the road of being a victim.  I would ask myself, “Why is this happening to me?  What is the message?”  Often I would answer in the most negative way. 

I have recently shifted my perspective to ‘things happen FOR me”.  Here is a recent example. 

As you know, I set out on my Cross Canada adventure.  I had planned to stay at Fogmoor for a night or two.  Are you familiar with  the old saying, fish and visitors smell after three days?  I didn’t want to be the fish at Fogmoor.  

As you also know, I damaged the awning arm which caused me to stay at least three nights (Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday).  I may have left on Wednesday but Thursday seemed like a better day so on Wednesday I was researching ferries and how long it would take me to drive to another friend’s place in Sicamous.  

For Thursday morning, believe it or not, there were no ferry reservations available.  At the time I was researching, I felt a resistance rising in my body.  I could not put my finger on why the resistance so I kept planning.  

I came to the conclusion that I would just leave at 0500 and head to Swartz Bay ferry terminal and take what ferry was available to me.  Even at that I felt a resistance to my plan.  I pushed my leave time to 0530 thinking that would make a difference.  It did not.  I mentioned to my friend, Leanne, that I did not understand the feeling.  Was it trepidation, was it procrastination, was it fear of success?  The answer was not clear.

Wednesday afternoon I received the text about the exposure to COVID.  That settled it for me.  I would not be going anywhere for at least five days.  I felt it was my moral duty to protect others in the event I was a carrier and to take care of myself.  If I were to get COVID, I would rather be at Fogmoor, in my Minnie Home, than in a strange location.  I could not anticipate how COVID would affect me.  

With COVID on our minds, Leanne and I tested ourselves.  We were negative.  Woot, woot, woot.  The celebration did not last long.  Leanne got itchy throat and tender glands and was generally feeling cruddy.  I had a slight scratch to my throat.  I felt fine,  I had energy, I had an appetite, I was OK.  

The next day, Leanne tested positive.  I still felt good.  To help out I donned gloves and sanitized the house while her husband, Bill (who tested negative that day) went grocery shopping, and Leanne isolated.  

The gist of this story is that I was meant to be here, to isolate, to help out.  I have not been agitated that I cannot be on the road.  Everyone is taking isolation is stride.  This, this is why I was feeling the resistance to leave.  

I am here with friends.  Morgan has a great place to hang and a playmate.  

A friend kindly suggested that I do the gargle test but unfortunately it is not available to me.  Since I am travelling, I feel that I need to test negative before heading to the ferry and resuming my adventure.

Negative COVID test 

Today is day 5 since exposure.  As I type I am doing another test.  Let’s see what it says.  Fifteen minutes to wait seems like FOREVER! 

Positive news!  My test is NEGATIVE.  I feel free to make plans.