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

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