Sometimes, Blessings Come Through a Car Making Way
This morning, I saw a posting in one of my coaching groups about somatic movement experience.
Honestly, I had never heard of it before.
So I asked:
Are any of you familiar with this?
I don't know what it is yet, but anything related to sound healing, wellness, mental well-being, movement or personal development interests me.
Why?
Because if something can add value to my profession, it adds value not only to my coaching practice, but also to me as a person.
I'm always curious.
I don't need to know everything.
Sometimes, I simply need to be willing to ask.
And that's also what my TikTok Live is about.
This space is not about me trying to teach you everything.
It is a room where we can simply be ourselves.
You for you.
Me for me.
If you find value in being here, share the Live. Bring someone else into the room.
Not because more people automatically make the energy “better,” but because sometimes being around other people who are reflecting, thinking and sharing can give us a little booster.
And perhaps someone who needs to hear something today will happen to walk into the room.
“Why are you always so happy?”
Yesterday, someone asked me why I was so happy.
Well...
I'm not.
I have my sad moments too.
I have my disappointed moments.
I have moments when I don't feel like talking.
But when I am out there, I do my best to shine.
Not because I am pretending everything is perfect.
But because I have learned that I get to choose what I bring into a space.
Yesterday, I experienced something very simple that reminded me of this.
I was driving.
The traffic was building up, and if you live in Malaysia, you probably know exactly what I mean.
Busy little townships.
Double parking.
One side of the road blocked.
Everybody trying to squeeze through.
I needed to move through a particular lane, and there was a car in the way.
It wasn't really their lane, but I needed them to move slightly so that I could pass.
And you know what?
The driver made an effort.
There was a little shoulder area, and the car moved over so I could get through.
Then another car did the same thing.
I just thought:
Wow.
And immediately, something came to me.
What I give comes back to me.
Not always in the same form.
Not always from the same person.
Not always at the same time.
But sometimes, it comes back in the most ordinary ways.
Because I do the same thing.
When I'm waiting in traffic and another car needs to pass, if I have somewhere to move, I will move.
Why would I block another person when I'm already waiting anyway?
Of course, there are times when I can't.
Maybe I need to move urgently.
Maybe there isn't enough space.
Maybe I genuinely cannot.
But whenever I can make space, I do.
And I don't do it because I'm waiting for a reward.
I do it because it has become a habit.
Being kind on the road is also self-love
I actually think being considerate on the road is one of my forms of self-love.
I don't want unnecessary problems.
I don't want road rage.
I don't want to spend the rest of my day angry because someone cut me off.
Sometimes I make mistakes too.
Maybe I didn't see something.
Maybe I overtook someone without realising.
If I realise I've made a mistake, I apologise.
What's the point of arguing?
Especially with motorcyclists.
I can understand why some of them become impatient. For many, time on the road affects their income. They have places to go, deliveries to make, people waiting for them.
So if I make a mistake, I try to be considerate.
Sometimes, another person may even think I deliberately overtook them when that wasn't my intention.
I could argue.
I could explain.
I could insist that I was right.
But sometimes I ask myself:
What's the point?
If I can simply smile, apologise and let go, why create another problem?
You don't have to lie.
You don't have to admit to something you didn't do.
You don't have to make yourself wrong.
But you also don't have to win every argument.
Sometimes you can simply choose peace.
And that, to me, is also part of knowing your worth.
Blessings don't always look like blessings
We often imagine blessings as something big.
Money.
A new opportunity.
A successful business.
A wonderful relationship.
A major breakthrough.
But sometimes a blessing is simply:
Someone making way for you in traffic.
Someone holding the door.
Someone letting you cross.
Someone giving you a smile when you are having a difficult morning.
Someone choosing not to fight with you.
These moments may seem insignificant.
But when you are paying attention, they remind you that kindness still exists.
And Malaysia has plenty of compassionate people.
Especially our drivers.
Well...
Maybe I'm lucky.
Because very often, when I am crossing the road, cars actually stop and let me cross.
Maybe it's because I look cheerful.
Maybe it's because I smile.
Maybe it's simply because Malaysians are compassionate.
I'll take it.
Today, it didn't happen.
Maybe I didn't look as cheerful as usual!
But that's okay.
One day doesn't change the habit.
Because I don't practise kindness so that someone will be kind to me.
I practise it because that's the kind of energy I want to live with.
And when something kind comes back to me, I notice it.
I appreciate it.
I say thank you.
Then I keep going.
So today, I want to leave you with a very simple thought:
Look at the little things that come back to you.
Maybe they are not coincidences.
Maybe they are reminders.
Maybe the world is simply showing you a reflection of what you have been putting out there.
And if nothing comes back today?
That's okay too.
Keep being who you want to be.
Keep making space.
Keep apologising when you make mistakes.
Keep letting go when an argument isn't worth having.
Keep choosing kindness where you can.
Because sometimes, the greatest blessing isn't that somebody gives you something.
It's that somebody makes way for you to move forward.
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