A few nights ago, some buddies and I spontaneously decided to head out for dinner. It was a Wednesday evening which meant there was a Rib Special on at a local restaurant. Yum!

Now, I’ve been to this restaurant before, and the ribs are well worth it! And each time I’ve been, the restaurant was easily half empty. Which is not unusual for a small town. Yet before each visit I dutifully booked a table. Just in case.

Of course, on this occasion we were winging it. Spontaneity wins, remember? So, no booking.

And yes, you’ve guessed it. It was packed solid. Every table taken.

The hostess very kindly offered us seats at the small bar in a different room. Brilliant! Right?

I definitely didn’t think so at the time. I had a specific image of what I was expecting for the evening. It included a table INSIDE the restaurant. Preferably near the roaring fire (it’s mid-winter here).

What we were offered was sloppy seconds in my view.

Luckily my friends were more broad-minded than me (yes, I admit it).

Because once we were seated, glass of red wine in hand, ribs ordered (yay!), I relaxed into the experience and began to appreciate it for what it was.

We were warm, comfortable and the bar area was really quite pleasant. A different vibe, but a NICE vibe. Fabulous company too.

So what really happened here?

I attached myself to an outcome. I had a specific expectation.

My vision for the evening was cemented into my mind. It was that, or bust. Or so I believed.

I felt strong resistance to any proposed alternative, simply because of that attachment. My enjoyment of the evening was conditional to being inside the restaurant.

It was my thinking again. Creating a story. That’s all.

And when I (finally) let it go, and simply went with the flow, the perfection of the situation emerged. Beautifully.

It was a conscious shift of thinking.

A choice.

Isn’t it always?