Self fulfilling prophesy’s – and falling in the mud
Whatever we think about and focus on if we are not careful can become a self-fulfilling prophesy.
Well today I fell fairly and squarely into my own self fulfilling prophesy trap quite literally.
Yesterday I managed to escape for an hour and have a prowl around the shops. I have been after a new pair of jeans, but putting off this rather depressing search which entails me unceremoniously squeezing myself into multiple sizes and styles of jeans, in the remote hope of trying to find some that fit and flatter, which is almost impossible.
Yesterday though, quite by chance I tried on a pair of jeans which actually fitted, dare I say, quite well. It put me in such a good mood. Particularly as it was the first pair of jeans I tried on.
Today I thought I would take them out for a trial run and donned them when I had to go out this morning. This afternoon I had to make an urgent trip to the Vet. (Our dog Mr Darcy has serious ear problems), and afterwards I thought I would take him for a walk in the Forest that was over that side of town.
The last time I did this walk was about a week ago and the ground was hard and frosty. When I arrived at Linford Bottom today it was wet and drizzily. That’s OK though, I have my hunters and my walking jacket on.
So Mr Darcy and I set off on our afternoon walk in an upbeat mood. However as we walked further along the footpath, I noticed with growing concern that the track was very, very muddy and I suddenly realised that I had not changed out of my brand new jeans.
Now the thing is, anyone who know’s me, knows that I fall over a lot. And of course wet muddy paths which are very slippy are just calling out for me to fall over.
So I walked along, thinking about falling over. And worrying about falling over in my new jeans and how cross I would be, if they got all muddy when I had only worn them for about four hours.
And how if I did fall over, after having been worn for such a short period of time, would they shrink into a strange shape when I washed them, meaning they would be banished to the jeans I know longer liked cupboard.
And round and round these thoughts went. A couple of times I had a few slippy close shaves. And then when I was too busy thinking about my jeans and falling over, I stepped onto a particularly splodgy slimy lump and landed flat bang, in a large brown slimy puddle of mud. Although I tried valiantly to save my jeans from getting dirty as I fell, I failed dismally.
I was so cross. There it was, exactly what I didn’t want to happen had happened. And would you believe it about ten minutes later while I was still berating myself for being so clumsy and falling over, I fell over again. Even more mud and a couple of bruises.
See its proof, whatever you focus on is likely to become another of those self-fulfilling prophesy’s.