Please hold while your party is reached

My make up was done and my hair was 90% dry. With autumn acting like it can't fully express itself, it confuses my curly hair. I washed my hair two hours early because I had refused to leave with semi-wet hair, and I didn't want to show up late to my birth month lunch since it was going to be a small time frame to see my friends. It was already time to pick up one of them up, but I waited for a cue from her. While I waited, I grabbed the book I am currently reading and flipped to the page where I had left off last night. I casually glanced at my phone every other minute. Nothing. I resisted the urge of texting her because I didn't want to rush whatever it was she was doing.

It was getting later the more I waited so I gave in and grabbed my phone. Upon texting in the group chat, a blue message appeared. It was an apology. Lunch was going to have to be cancelled. I was irritated and succumbed myself to feeling upset. The first thing I did was seek someone to blame. But there was no one at fault. There were simply priorities that had to be attended before me. I replied to the apology. When my friends tried to reschedule, we came to the conclusion that we'd have to postpone our get-together. We were all free at different times. Although I was informed in advanced,  that didn't make me feel any better. I wasted time putting on make up and using valuable hair product. I thought about going out to get myself something to eat just to get out of my house for a while, but then I remembered there was food at home. The thought of pozole helped me feel slightly better.

Before eating, I checked for updates on social media hoping to find something interesting or funny. I wanted to let go of the bad news. I ended up coming across a post about passion. Oprah Winfrey once said, "Passion is energy. Feel the power that comes from focusing on what excites you." This moment of let down, waiting, never-happening sucked the energy right out of me. The passion and excitement I have for food reenergized me. Food was seriously on my mind, because food isn't my greatest passion. When I went over to open the refrigerated pot of food, I stared down at its gelatin content. I laughed at the food, but mostly at myself. I realized how much I exaggerate everything. I knew the pozole was going to be bomb, but when I remembered it was now a leftover meal that had taken on a new texture, it suddenly became a little less exciting to eat. It's crazy how the mind works. We possess so much power to control our outlook on life. You know, like the expression of the glass being half full or half empty. Perspective. Yet we allow ourself, almost want in some cases, to be stuck in a situation we don't like. Sometimes we want to experience sadness, anger, frustration, and hurt organically. We will even do everything we can to confirm such truths to other people. And the same thing goes for great things. We convince ourselves and others how amazing something is by the way we set it up. At first I was super excited to eat the poloze, and then I was just happy.

After the three minutes it took for my bowl of soup to heat up, I confronted myself about how dramatic I can be. But is it a bad thing? No. Never. It's what makes me, me. This is the exact reason why I enjoy being a storyteller. I have the power to create intense moments, grab people's attention, and show them what I see and how I view the world. It's both a curse and a blessing. 

With hours at my disposal, I felt like I had to make use of myself. I was obviously in a better mood. Now do something else that excites you, I thought to myself. I grabbed my Bose headphones and started editing some videos I had been putting off. It was a motivation that came so natural in the moment.

To make things clear, I wasn't upset at my friend for more than a few seconds. I just had to find a different thing I was already passionate and excited about.