MKMMA Week 6-1/2 – Three Feet From a Promise

Each week as part of our exercises in the Master Key Master Mind Alliance, to reprogram our subconscious minds to believing what we say, we are asked to add a new service, a simple task to be completed by the end of the week.

On last Sunday’s call Mark J emphasized “living by the compass” rather than the clock, and asked that we all get a simple compass to carry with us as a reminder.

I immediately thought “great, fantastic, I have that really neat sighting compass I used to use in my photography.

It’s a camping/hiking/survival compass, has a lid with a mirror and guide line to plot your course, really nice one. I’d used it in conjunction with a gadget named a “Sundicator”, a little plastic disc which would tell me where the sun would be at a particular time on a given day. That way I could plan my shooting so the sun would be where I wanted on my subject.

Of course now I have not one but several “apps” that do all that quickly and easily so the compass has been put up “somewhere” for several years. Where?

I instantly turned to the drawers where I stash my unused photo stuff, but it wasn’t anywhere in there. I did find the box with the other Sundicators – they came in a set for different latitudes, since where you are on the earth will determine where the sun will be on a given time and day …

Okay, never mind all that. If you understood what I just wrote you’re clearly as geeky as I am. If you didn’t, don’t worry. It’s not important for the story.

What I DID find in the box, wrapped in foam, was the little brass compass that was included in the kit. Unused, since I’d always used my neat sighting compass. Which was nowhere to be seen.

So although I now had a compass to fulfill the assignment, I decided I HAD to find my “good” one, and so last week added the service “I promise to find my good compass by November 10th”.

After scouring all the drawers for a second and third time, I began rummaging through the dozen boxes that are in the corner of my office since my move-in three years ago, full of stuff I figured I’d need badly enough not to resign to the storage space I’d rented. Naturally I rarely need any of that stuff.

Nothing in there.

“When did I start using the apps, was it before I moved? Could it be in the storage room?” let’s see, I always had it in the camera bag, and I’ve switched bags several times over the past few years. I’d put the unused ones in the storage room, out of the way.

So Tuesday it was off to the storage facility, and searching through the camera bags – to no avail.

“What about all these other boxes, piled ten-deep – they’re all clothes and kitchen stuff, I’m 99% sure. I’m not ready to tear everything in the room apart. After all I DO have A compass to use.”

At this point it was becoming as much of an obsession as a promise. I had even changed it on one of the cards from “I promise to find my good compass by November 10th” to “I promise to look for my good compass by November 10th”. But the subbie was having none of that.

“What about my flight bag up in the attic? I haven’t flown for a couple of years – did I somehow stick it in there?” Nope. But hey, there’s that flashlight I’d been looking for!

Now it was Sunday morning, November 10th. I’ve looked in every nook and cranny of the house, and wasn’t about to completely unpack the storage room.

“What about that box of maps and charts? Isn’t that somewhere in the storage room? Maybe it’s in there.”

ONE more trip to the storage room, and that is it. This is becoming such an obsession, I’m concerned I’m anchoring looking for something with not getting what I’m looking for – I DON’T want to do that! Of course, nothing there.

Okay. I’ve given this an Olympic effort. I’ll be moving again in three to six months, unpacking all those boxes. It’s in one of them; I’ll just wait until then. I do have a compass to use now. I WILL NOT completely unload the storage room over this.

I’d done just about everything I could think of. Had very good, logical reasons for abandoning the search. I really was concerned with creating bad anchors in the process of trying to create a good habit.

Drove back home. Sat momentarily in the truck, looked around. The utility bag I keep in there as my “mobile office”? I’ve rearranged that thing several times recently. Nope.

The console between the seats? Same thing. Same result. There’s no reason it would be in the truck – I always had it in the camera bag.

What’s in the glove compartment? Owner’s manual. Huh, I’d forgotten about those sunglasses. Geeze these earbuds are for an earpiece I had three phones back, guess they’re trash. And this brittle piece of plastic bag? More trash?

 

Huh. Oh. It’s the little bag with the Sundicator. And the compass. How about that.

 

There it was. After searching all over MY world for the week, and deciding it was time to quit. I reached over three feet to the glove box. And there it was.

I’ve read the stories about “Acres of Diamonds” and Darby’s gold mine, and all the motivational quips about how many have found success just past the point where they were about to give up. Got it intellectually, thought I’d really taken it to heart.

But never has it hit home so completely as being three feet from success all week. And making that one extra try.

From this moment on, there is no doubt. I absolutely, ALWAYS keep my promises.

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