Last night I went out with several friends.
And when I left the house last night at 8 pm – just as my husband was walking in from work, my children were not yet asleep and I was already late to meet up with my friends – I was a little frazzled.
All I knew is that I was showered and dressed and had my phone with me.
The evening (a musical benefit raising money for a resident of a local community in need of assistance for alternative cancer treatments) was magical.
It really left me on a high and with a deep sense of gratitude – for my health, for the opportunity to go out, and for my friends.
And then I got home.
And tried to open the front door.
Because it was locked.
And I looked into my hands and noticed I had no keys.
“WHY would you lock the house knowing I wasn’t in it????” I whined to myself, directing my thoughts towards my husband.
In a state of blaming, I called his phone.
Ready to rant and rage.
But, couldn’t hear his phone ring from the other side.
It must have been turned off.
So, I called the house phone, which rang loud and clear.
But, he didn’t get up to answer it.
So, I started banging on the door.
To no avail.
But, lucky for me, I didn’t get stuck in this place of judgment.
Took a breath and told myself how I was feeling.
Besides frustrated, I found myself feeling totally sorry that I had to wake up my husband who was too exhausted from a long and hard work week to be able to go out with me tonight.
And, so my perspective changed.
Oy, I have to wake him up.
So, I continued to call the house phone and continued to bang on the front door and continued to call out his name, until I heard him coming to the door.
And instead of “WHY would you lock the house when you knew I wasn’t home?” coming out of my mouth….
What? he responded.
And that was the end of it.
No in the future lecturing.
And I returned to a place of gratitude.
For judgment that turned into compassion.