Bad energy bug

This morning I woke up with a sore throat.

Although I had promised to run some errands for my grandmother, with a quick glance outside my window – minus twelve degrees and heavy snowfall – I decided to ask if she could wait another day or two for the marmalade.

First of all, she wants this particular marmalade because it’s the cheapest. Second, she’s half blind so she needs help with shopping. And third, she likes it when people do stuff for her.

I asked her how she was doing.

First of all, to be polite. Second, because I care for her.

I know it should be the other way around but after many years of constant illness, depression and inconsiderate talk, my grandmother’s negative energy is like a disease in itself.

I tried to get her in a better mood, make her focus on the positive side of things but her negative thoughts and words were like big, dark clouds that overshadowed everything.

It was so obvious when we had hung up the phone how I myself, had been affected – or infected – by the negativity.

I found myself calling both my mother and my best friend to complain and thereby ignoring all the advice I give to others and worse yet, spreading the bad energy bug.

The fact that I’m feeling sick and emotional today is no excuse but maybe an explanation.

Sometimes, we get so caught up with what other people say or do, that we forget to pay attention to our own words and actions.

With what kind of energy and expectations did I speak to my grandmother?

How did this effect the negative turn of our conversation?

How could we have better communicated?

If grandma on this side of the family is negative, my other grandma’s positive spirit balances up more than enough.

Today I got a little envelope. When I opened it there was a newspaper clip with regards from positive grandma.  The article was about job coaching which we spoke about on the phone a few days ago. For fun, she had put a little tiny stone on top of the A in coach – because the sound of “OA” becomes the Swedish letter Å.

Coåch. Made me smile.

And remember that a considerate act speaks volumes more than words.