My next-door neighbors had a few people over last night and fueled their celebrations with music, alcohol, and loud talk.
A particularly loud, obnoxious voice awakened me and annoyed me enough that I couldn’t get back to sleep.
I tried meditating/self-hypnosis, but couldn’t concentrate enough to suggest that external noises didn’t bother me. I tried to focus solely on the lovely, steady rhythmic fall of the rain, but partying won out.
My annoyance simmered for quite some time. I asked the Universe to convince the neighbors to call it a night.
Finally it occurred to me to flip this over and tickle its tummy. If there’s something in this to be grateful for, then I want to know it.
Instead of being irked over loud noises, I thanked the Universe that I can hear.
Instead of being upset over partying, I’m happy to live in a land where people can gather and are allowed to enjoy themselves on their own property.
I’m grateful my neighbors have an active social life and can burn off steam. A quiet loner next door might ultimately be a tragedy in waiting.
I’m grateful it was raining because it kept them indoors instead out on the balcony.
The volume was fairly low as compared to some of their partying last summer. It was turned down even more by around midnight. I’m thankful they were considerate enough to do this.
Interestingly, once I expressed gratitude the partying seemed to calm. I think I even drifted off a few times before midnight and I didn’t feel anywhere near as annoyed as I had earlier.
Gratitude works in mysterious ways I’m finding. And I believe that the more difficult it is to express gratitude, then the more important it is that I do so.