Someone stole my wallet yesterday. Not in any dramatic way – I was out doing a presentation on happiness at work for a group here in Copenhagen. I’d left my coat hanging in their wardrobe, and when I left after the presentation my wallet was gone.
I immediately called to cancel my credit cards, and there was only 100 kroner in it, so, hey, no big deal.
But it did give rise to two interesting thoughts.
1: I’m not as annoyed as I thought I’d be
I really thought I’d be mad as hell at something like this. It means replacing my credit cards, drivers license and other ID, not to mention the fact that “someone took my wallet!” A few years ago, I might easily have spent a LOT of time fuming at that fact that someone stole my wallet, and at all the inconvenience that means.
But yesterday I was kinda annoyed for about five minutes, and then I shrugged and thought “Hey, so what?” Today I hardly even think about it.
Know what? That’s really, really nice. Losing my wallet even means a chance to replace my old drivers license which has a truly horrible picture of me :o)
2: One negative thought did creep in
I did the presentation yesterday for free – it’s for a group of people who do great work, but don’t have a lot of money, so I was only happy to be able to help them.
But one thought kept coming back to me after I found my wallet missing: “This is what I get for helping people out.” Or its close cousin “No good deed goes unpunished.”
Funny, isn’t it? There is absolutely no relationship between the fact that I was out helping others, and the fact that my wallet was stolen. It could have happened anywhere. And yet, my mind makes this mental connection between the two, and I can sense a distinct desire to not help others out again in that way.
It’s a good thing we’re capable of analyzing our own thoughts, and don’t have to take every single notion as fact! Have you ever noticed something similar?