Several weeks ago, I ordered a scented oil diffuser on-line. Within a few days, I realized that the concentration of perfume was so low that hardly any scent was noticeable. I tried everything I could think of to make use of the product and finally accepted the fact that it wasn’t going to work at all. Then I had the idea to write to the manufacturer of the diffuser, tell them what happened, and ask if they could send me some of the concentrated scent. I wrote the email and let it go.
Last evening they called. After explaining the situation, the woman who called said, “I am going to check to see if you can return this and get a refund.” I thanked her, but as we hung up, I realized that a return wouldn’t work for me. I’d already thrown the reeds away, and poured 3/4th of the oil into other containers trying to see if I could get some smell from it. For about a minute I had that sinking feeling of “Darn it! I wish I hadn’t thrown part of this away. Now I can’t even return it.” Then I realized that returning it wasn’t what I wanted. I was imagining a scenario that I didn’t want, not one that I wanted.
So, I pulled out my journal and wrote an email as if it was from this company. It said, “Hi Mary, This is ——-from (the company). We’re going to go ahead and send you another diffuser…..”
I then sat down with Jack to watch, “Steve Jobs: One Last Thing” (a PBS documentary that we had rented). Before going to bed, I checked my emails and was delighted to see one from the diffuser company (specifically from the woman who had said she’d call me today about returning the diffuser). This is her email:
“Hello Mary, I just wanted to let you know that I am able to send you a replacement diffuser. Considering it is an oil diffuser, it will have a slightly different fragrance throw than burning a candle. I would just suggest you flip the reeds occasionally so the oil can dissipate into the reeds and give off better fragrance. I will have this diffuser shipped to the address provided in your e-mail….”
I wish that I’d known, earlier in my life, the power of my thoughts (and especially the power of the written word) to create. The journals that I kept as a 20 and 30 year old were full of life’s miseries, difficulties that I was having with people, unhappy outcomes of parties, frustrations, dissappointments….I’m sure there were some good things too, but I remember thinking it was very important to get all of my struggles down on paper; I believed that this was the way to be “real” and the way to clear away the messes. I didn’t know that I was in a constant process of creation and had only an inkling of the power of my words to create my reality.
I know better now….so I do better now.
“Life can be much broader once you discover one simple fact: that everything around you that you call life was made up by people no smarter than you….the minute you understand that, you can poke life: you can change it, you can mold it, embrace it, make your mark upon it. Once you learn that…you’ll never be the same again.” Steve Jobs