If you haven’t known me for at least 15 years, you wouldn’t believe how much better I am at not sweating the small stuff than I used to be. Recently more than one person has actually hung the word “easygoing” on me.
(I shall now pause so that the aforementioned long acquaintees have a chance to compose themselves after fits of generous laughter.)
I suppose the wisdom that generally trends upward with age gets some of the credit for that, but Lea gets more.
Anyway, today was a day of relentless mini-tragedies such as I have not experienced in quite some time. “SHIT HAPPENS,” the bumper sticker glibly reports, and man, did it ever today. As I type, I am exhausted, exasperated, and just feeling fucked with in general.
When I sat down to write this post, it was to be a venomous diatribe against rudeness and lack of consideration. Each of my slights was to be magnificently detailed so that you could feel my rage, and many comments of solidarity would roll in. Funny thing happened, though. As I started, I rapidly lost interest, and realized I wouldn’t be writing the post in my head after all.
When I’m asked for advice, I do a lot of preaching about choosing your reaction. I’m generally good about that myself, but I missed it for most of today. A few minutes ago I realized that my anger was probably a) excessive; and b) threatening to compromise a nice night with the boys while Lea is at stained glass class.
So I’m not telling you what happened to me today. Instead, I’m telling you that I’m considerably calmer now than I was when I started typing, and that I’m going to try hard to remember today as an example when I’m faced with future quotidian adversity.
Hug your children. Have a cookie.
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*raising a nice glass of wine (I think I can still have wine) *
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hey man, I enjoyed reading this. It’s only 8:30 am and I’ve already felt the same emotions you were feeling when you started your blog. By the end of your blog, I actually felt much calmer and ready to restart my day. Thanks!
Oh, THAT’S healthy! 😉
But it’s so awesomely fun…I like that they had a woman modeling instead of a guy though. Probably couldn’t find a guy whose beer gut didn’t cover it up 🙂
Wow, way too calm for me. I was hoping for tales of you going postal on some goofball with a bottle of Wild Turkey, a box cutter, a kerosene heater, and some barbed wire. BOO!
One could purchase that and play “naughty cocktail waitress after hours.” Or, something.
Bigdave: Good to “see” you here, man! Welcome. Set a spell.
‘seester: Did you mean the beer belt? Or the Wild Turkey, box cutter, kerosene heater, and barbed wire? 🙂