Right before my last trip to Merryland I had the out of the blue desire to buy a fish eye lens. I had toyed with the idea for a long time, but since you can only achieve one effect with this fixed focal length lens, I had abandoned the whole thought.
Until one week before my trip. Like a lightning bolt I had the brainwave, there was no doubt, no reasoning, just the very pure desire to get it. No sooner said than done, and like I hoped: the delivery date was two days prior to my departure.
On the appointed day I watched the inbox of my office like a sniffer dog. No such luck. No lens. Okay, sometimes it takes a day longer, I thought. There was still another day. I sent rockets of desire asking for the lens to be delivered. The next morning, nothing again. I checked online to see, that the lens had in fact be delivered and accepted by a guy who doesn't work at my company at all. Obviously there had been a mistake. I called the online store and learned that they would have to file a complaint at the carrier service. This would take about a WEEEEEEEEK to be answered. They advised me against calling them myself, as I was only the addressee, so they would simply refer me back to the online store. Ugh.
I sensed that I had been a bit inaccurate with my wish. I should have wished to take the lens with me. I should have imagined the fun using it, rather than thinking about the logistics and how it could possibly get to me in time. It's not my job to take care of the how, it's my job to take care of the why. It dawned on me that there was a lesson to be learned.
I called the carrier anyway. I thought that the universe could manage everything in my favor, but I needed to open any door possible myself. Maybe the universe was just waiting for me to look there, like on an Easter eggs hunt. The carrier service person was very nice, but he explained that they would have to file a search request in their computer system. That was all he could do, unless I needed the item for professional use, which I, of course, confirmed. After all, he didn't ask what profession, right? ;-))) He said that this could speed up things immensely. He also listed my cell phone number and told me that I would be called during the afternoon.
Afterwards I took my chances and went to the neighbor companies. Maybe someone had accepted the package, not noticing that it was delivered to the wrong address. Everthing within my power had been done. More rockets of desire had been sent to the universe, with a corrected wish of course.
When I got home to pack I saw a van of the carrier service in front of my house. What a tingling sensation. But they only delivered something next door. I still had high hopes that somehow my lens could be found. I didn't know how, but whenever logic tried to kick in, explaining that it couldn't be found in only a few hours, I forced it back, focusing on my wish and imagining how much fun it would be, to take pictures with the fish eye.
Then my cell phone rang. The parcel had been found and was close by at a carrier's package station. They offered to bring it to my house, since I wasn't in the office anymore. Within two more hours I held the fish eye lens in my hands.
I think I will make it a point to exercise more accurate wishing in the future. It's all about the why and not the how. ;-))
