Your Handbasket or Mine?

Yesterday…was a really great day…

Until…

I suddenly jumped in a handbasket…and the trip was on…if you know what I mean…

I got angry…I got frustrated…I felt like a victim…all in the course of about five minutes…and…I let it ruin the rest of my day…as I replayed the events in my mind…over and over again…like that annoying commercial that makes me want to turn off the radio…but I just kept listening…

Bertha…didn’t even try to reason with me…she just let me fume…now that might sound like she was agreeing with me…but…actually…she just knows that you can’t reason with someone who’s in a state…so she waited until I had calmed down a bit…as Mama would say…she bided her time…

Until…

I was getting out of the tub…nice and relaxed…then…she let me have it…

What was I thinking…getting so upset

But…I was right…I argued…the other person was wrong…inconsiderate…and…well…wrong

According to…Bertha…my rightness did not matter in the least…it was the fact that the incident ruined my day that mattered…she went on to point out…that the other person is normally a very kind…considerate…person…who would never take advantage of anyone…least of all me…and that she was obviously having a bad day…maybe she was distracted…maybe she had things going on in her life that I didn’t know about…maybe…just maybe…it wasn’t about…me

Essentially…I had let her bad day…ruin my good day…

Hmmm…busted…that’s exactly what I had done…she even said she was having a bad day…I just blew that comment off in a huff of righteous indignation…instead of giving her the benefit of the doubt…as I could just as easily have done…waiting until a calmer time to have the discussion that followed…and quickly disintegrated…

So…today…has the potential for being a great day…and…if anyone comes by…offering me a ride in their handbasket…I think…

I’ll just say…NO!

Jane

Stop That Thought…

It started out to be one of those days…well…it started last night…you know…the night that the lights went out in New Orleans…which kept me up later than I had intended…which shifted my gym plans for the week…which shifted my wake-up time…which threw my precarious schedule all of track…then…there was the run in my tights…and…several of other little snigglet things…

Anyway…from my experiences so far this morning…today has the potential to be one of those…the worse it gets…the worse it gets…kind of days…

Enter…Bertha…wearing a reflective vest and yielding a stop sign…and…no…she wasn’t on her way to the school crossing…she was headed straight to me…reminding me that every day…every moment…has the potential to be a…worse…moment…or a…better…moment…the choice is always mine…it’s really all about where I put my focus…

So…I sit here…redirecting my focus…appreciating the fact that I have the flexibility to shift my workout days to alternate days…that I build enough time into my morning schedule that I can sleep later and really still be okay…that I was able to stop the run in my tights with nail polish…that I have a new pair in the drawer to wear next time…and…it’s then I realize…nothing has really…gone so terribly wrong…in fact…everything may be just right…and…in that moment…the light shines brightly…in my little corner of the world…

Jane