This is the story of a tree and law of attraction.
In some parts of Germany there is a tradition to put up a decorated birch at the porch of the beloved girl. This “Maibaum” (May tree) is a colorful proof of affection to the lady who’s initials or name is depicted on the wooden heart that is attached to the tree.
The practices surrounding it could probably fill a book. Most of them I could not tell you, though, because where I live, erecting the analog of a christmas tree in May would be considered strange.
Not too long ago, I heared of all of this for the first time, too. Together with her subliminal (unintentional) disappointment about this practice not being celebrated here. Apparently it means a lot to her.
Now imagine it’s cristmas and you want a christmas tree, but noone around you knows what that is. Then you’ll have a great challenge finding a spruce/pine/fir. Where the May trees are common, there are places to buy them easily and affordably.
Here where I live you just can’t do it. I have no way of transporting such a tree, no money, especially no time and energy to waste on this kind of thing. I don’t even know what is expected of such a tree! Is a 1 m twig okay? Or would it need to be 5 m (that does happen and is not an exaggeration, but not the norm).
… and many other excuses I started telling myself as if to convince myself that I didn’t even need to try. She’d be worth it, of course and for sure, but it’s just not viable.
“But you should at least call those three leads to see if you could get a tree. You’re just afraid of leaving your comfort zone.”—a voice in my head wispered provocatively.
And there started my journey for leaving my comfort zone in a way I had not done in quite a while. Never has it been so clear to me that all my excuses are just an attempt of letting me off the hook to avoid having to do something uncomfortable. It made me fierce and all this turned into a challenge of me versus myself.
I started to see birches everywhere, in the back of my mind vaguely considering the idea of felling one (which would have been illegal, btw). Focussed in this way, I decided to take a few detours while jogging to places I guessed another birch could be.
Eight hours of thinking about trees later, I came across the following scene:
I could not believe my eyes! Someone had very recently cut of a big chunk of a birch. I will end the story here, as it would continue for quite a while longer—while I did put up a decorated tree, I ended up doing a miniature version of my original idea once I eventually realized my overly high expectations of what would be necessary for a cute surpise.
Had I given up immediately, believing my excuses for why it could not be done, I would not have found this tree. Grit and focus drove me to increase the likelyhood of a “wonder” happening until it actually did. Had I given up, I would not have continued looking.
This, for me, was the ultimate proof for “law of attraction”. Yes, it was a coincidence, but I provoked a coincidence to happen. You could call it lucky, but I ran the mile to find my luck.
More ideas that emerged from this experience: