Day Two
of a Month of Gratitude
If you have
been tracking with me for any time, you know I am waiting for resolution to a
long-standing issue. LONG-standing.
There was
reason to hope the resolution would come this week. Every day waking up with
hope. Every day disappointed.
The delay
this morning hit me hard because now we must wait until Monday. I was intentioanlly wallowing
in my frustration, verbalizing, acting out...
And I heard
the whisper in my ear...GRATITUDE?
UGH
Deep breath.
Refocus.
So, on Day
2, I am thankful for the acquired ability to control myself!
Acquired
ability. My natural wiring likes to wallow and/or act out. That circuitry has been
reinforced by people close to me. "I can't help it - that's just how I am" was something I wore proudly.
How about
you? Is your natural inclination to spew, stomp, show your frustration loud and
clear?
Or maybe you
are inclined, instead, to stew? You appear to handle things well, even tell
others they should not get so upset. But inside the anger is smoldering, just
waiting to explode.
Acquired
ability.
Years of
prayer, meditation, steps and missteps, concerted effort.
And here is
the hardest part: accepting the responsibility. Understanding that much of our
emotional turmoil is self-inflicted.
Initially, I
didn't like that much.
How about
you? Are you excited about taking ownership of your emotions?
You should
be. Owning your emotions is one of the most freeing choices you can make.
Freedom from
the results of immediate spewing. Freedom from the delayed results of
smoldering. Freedom for loved ones. Freedom.
I am not
perfect. Self-infliction still occurs - like it did this morning.
BUT I
recognize it quickly. I pull myself out.
My world is
drastically better for it.
How about
you? How would your world change if you owned your emotions? Dealt with them quickly
and honestly?
I would love
to hear your thoughts.
November - a
month of gratitude. Will you join me?
We will talk
again tomorrow...
BP
1 comment:
WHAT?!!! What is this ownership you speak of!!!???
My mother used to call it my "list." When something would just beat me up and then out came the "list" of everything that wasn't going my way, that challenged me, that was unfair, unjust or just hard. Spew is a good description.
Occasionally the list gangs up on me, "Doom, despair and agony on me... deep dark depression, excessive misery... if it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all.." It takes gratitude to kick its butt.
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