It was coming on 5pm at the Farmer’s Market on Fairfax in Los Angeles.
I’d just come from an important meeting, and I had to meet Jennifer. We’d arranged to meet in the carpark of the Farmer’s Market.
But everyone was Christmas shopping, and the carpark was full.
The boom gate was down.
There was a sign directing cars to another lot somewhere else.
But I didn’t want to go somewhere else. I wanted to park in the Farmer’s Market. That’s where I said I’d meet Jennifer, and that’s where I wanted to park.
As I approached the boom gate I saw the cars in front of me diverting to the other carpark.
Car after car diverted to the other carpark.
I didn’t want to.
The car in front of me peeled off to go to the other carpark, leaving me the next car to approach the boom gate.
I looked at the sign directing me to the other carpark but I drove past it and drove up to the boom gate. The carpark was full alright. It was jammed.
As I got to the gate, I noticed a car pulling out, preparing to leave.
I punched the big button for a ticket, and the boom gate went up. And as the car drove off I slipped into the most perfect car space I could have possibly imagined.
Okay – what happened there?
A lot happened.
Let me explain –
Firstly, this was not unusual. I had noticed that since coming back from Dallas, this happened every time I required a park. And I mean every time.
There’s a coffee shop on Main Street, in Santa Monica, that Jennifer and I like to go to of a morning. It’s called The Novel Cafe. It does great coffee and it’s a quiet relaxing place where we can talk. We often meet our friend Andrea Keir there.
Problem is, parking.
There’s only street parking. And usually there are no spots on the street.
Yet morning after morning, as I’ve driven up to the cafe, someone has pulled out right in front of me and provided me with the car space right out front. Literally right out front.
That happened three mornings in a row earlier this week. And these are three hour parking spaces. There’s not a big turnover.
On the one occasion when it didn’t happen, I noticed a spot across the road and I got that. Okay it wasn’t as perfect as getting the space right out front, but hey, I figured I was being taught a lesson in humility. Not to get too cocky!
Getting the perfect parking space was happening elsewhere too – in crowded shopping lots, outside of restaurants, everywhere I needed to go, it seemed that miraculously, someone would drive out just as I was approaching, so that I could be the only possible car to get the space.
It was getting freaky, it was happening so consistently. And then finally this happened at the Farmer’s Market.
As I sat in the car waiting for Jennifer, I began to think about how to transfer this capacity to manifest the perfect car space into my everyday life.
How can I take the perfect car space home with me?
Okay, so before I get into that, let’s examine in detail what happened.
- I didn’t want to go to another carpark further away. Everyone else was prepared to obey the sign. I wasn’t. I swam against the current. Everyone went downstream, I went upstream. Why? Not because I’m cannier or more obstinate or think I’m more special than the other drivers. It’s simply because I believed that the perfect car space was waiting for me. Simple as that. I didn’t believe the sign that said CAR PARK FULL. I simply didn’t believe it. I knew there would be a space for me, if I asked. So I asked
- Yes I asked. And that’s what I’d done on the other occasions when the car spaces miraculously opened up for me. I’d asked. As I was driving up to that boom gate I asked for the most perfect car space, and bloody hell, there it appeared.
- I trusted. I trusted that even on one of the busiest shopping days of the year, that I would get a parking space. Not just any parking space, but the perfect parking space.
- I surrendered. I risked other drivers honking me, waiting at the boom gate. I risked the personal humiliation of having to reverse out and meekly drive off to another car parking lot quite some distance away. But I knew that wouldn’t happen, because I trusted and I’d surrendered to whatever presented itself to me. Surrendering is so important in all this. You won’t get what you want unless you surrender to the outcome, irrespective of whether it be good or bad.
- I acted. As i approached the boom gate I saw the car beginning to leave, and I drove in to the waiting car space. I did something. I put my asking, my trusting, my surrendering, into action.
So often in life we drive to the other parking lot, further away from where we want to be, because we’re directed there by orthodoxy. By authority. By our own willingness to accept something that’s not perfect for us.
So often in life we have to walk a long distance to where we really want to go. We put up with the inconvenience, with the aggravation, with the loss of time and efficiency, we put up with the additional effort, and we begin to accept this as a natural part of our lives.
It doesn’t have to be.
You don’t have to walk a half mile to where you really want to be. You can go directly there, if you really want to. All you have to do is BELIEVE, ASK, TRUST, SURRENDER, ACT.
As I sat waiting for Jennifer, it occurred to me that if I applied my method of getting a perfect parking space to the other aspects of my life, then everything would be so much easier.
I would have whatever I wanted, without effort.
Without walking that half mile.
There’s another aspect to these perfect parking spaces that I’ve been given lately –
I see them as signs that I’m on the right path, that I’m doing what I should be doing, that everything is ok and that my guys are in my corner, cheering me on.