I have been in a funk – a real funk. Sometimes I feel like I am permanently holding a bat striking at “stuff” that gets thrown my way. I mean I create enough of my own mess without it coming at me unsolicited. Have you ever felt that way? It makes me tired or at least makes me want to bury my head in my covers. It is always something!
I am guilty of letting my emotions get the best of me. I often react to what is going on in my world rather than clinging to the one that is never changing, consistent and always faithful. Instead, I engage in my own little pity party that only makes matters worse. I have even found that when I am in that frame of mind, the smallest thing becomes a crisis. Seriously, I could have a momentary melt down over…being the one that the toilet paper roll runs out on. No lie. It must be a conspiracy! Damn the Charmin!
Frame of mind… three little words that hold the key to a better day every day. There could be some serious power if I could tap into that even when I would rather sulk in my sorrows. Let’s be honest. We all want a day once in while to just be miserable. Woe is me.
The problem is often a day turns into a week or worse a season before we realize what we have done. I have already said I was guilty. I do this.
However, I am eternally grateful to have people in my life that are real with me. We all need people to call us out on our crap – people who do not allow us to be less than the best version of ourselves. We have to have someone in our lives that we let in, that we permit to be honest with us. I have a few. One stepped up to the plate this week and said, “Have you ever thought that maybe this situation is not about you?” WHAT? NOT ABOUT ME??? HOW COULD IT NOT BE ABOUT ME? I AM MISERABLE. Ummm, yes you are. You are allowing yourself to be miserable about something that is not even about YOU. BAM! Nailed it. It does not matter what it was about. We can say it was the Charmin! As much as I wanted to believe it was a conspiracy, it was not about me. The only part of it that was about me was how I was reacting to it. My ebb, my flow.
It is not easy being called on the carpet or into a “Come to Jesus Meeting” is it? It never feels good to have to admit we are flawed. However, when the person that calls you on your crap does so in love, caring, and in your best interest suddenly you have to pause and reflect and in my case say “thank you.” It is just as hard for someone to call you on your crap as it is to be called on it!
Not. About. Me.
It is such a fine line. The moment we stop walking in love and gratitude and begin to cross over the line and start focusing on ourselves first and foremost we are going to have to grab the bat and start swinging. Batter up! We attract it whatever it is, good or bad, with our attitude like a magnet.
Feelings alone, feelings that are not allowed to run through some sort of filter of reason can be deceptive.
How many times have I allowed someone else’s bad mood to implode my day? Their bad mood could have been about the tire on their car being flat when they got into the car to head to work that day. Their bad mood was not even caused by something about them. Now, here they are at the office giving me attitude and suddenly, freely I begin handing my day over to stress and anxiety and it was not about me, much less not even about them! Why do I do that??? Why do we do that???
Whatever it is… it is more about our attitude than the it itself. Our reaction to it.
I have not mastered this skill yet. I am a work in progress. However, I am beginning to apply the filter – “is this in any way about me?” to situations and circumstances that I find beginning to steal my joy.
So, feel free to join me as I curse the empty toilet paper roll, but realize that it probably was not some sort of planned conspiracy against you. There was no meeting. Sh*! just happens. Really! It was more than likely the lazy a$$ before you that lacked motivation, thought and manners and they were not even thinking about you when they walked away.
** Editorial Note: Fairfield was insistent that I disclose that he was not the offending party in regards to the empty roll!
Until Next Time,