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Sometimes I just don't know about me.
I mean, other than my kid, that dude I've been hitched to for almost 25 years and my Mum and Pop, no one knows me better than I do.
And still, some days, I'm just like:
"PK! That was NOT a very nice thought trucking across our brain just then!"
And then I'm all mad at her, um, us, er, me for the rest of the day; because NOT NICE is never a destination on my journey, you dig?
So, when I get triggered by:
-My 79th teacher friend to tell me how badly this snow day was needed (sorry!!),
-Being on the receiving end of insincere adulation (don't do the air kisses and fake amore---blech!),
-Witnessing someone just being plain old lazy (I know it's a chilly February Friday but focus, just a little!),
...and I think, ever so fleetingly, that I'd like to low-key throat punch them; MAN, I AM SO DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF!
First of all, if I could enjoy a free day (even courtesy of the God-forsaken white stuff), I certainly would.
Secondly, just because someone is disingenuous doesn't mean I need to be unladylike.
Lastly, my hard-core work ethic isn't everyone's; reacting poorly to a different level of effort? Well, that's MY issue to reconcile.
DEEP CLEANSING BREATH.
So, the Grumpy Cat and I are going to count to 10 and hit reset. Unless it snows all weekend; then we may have to count to 487,932,865, a'ight? JK!
Life's way too short to waste on silly irritations or self-shaming. BLESSINGS are what deserve attention. That other noise? Let it fall away like snowflakes.
Forgive little irritants. And while you're at it, cut yourself some slack for being human.
Maybe even forgive the Grumpy Cat -- unless he slices your leather recliner to shreds, Capisce?
#Patience #Kindness #Tolerance #SelfLove #Pray #Peace