Two silly things made me frustrated with myself and once with a local business. I swore, regrouped and then wondered why I was so upset when something little invaded my minute by minute plan for myself. In hindsight this seems overly silly. I did revisit the business, return the purchased item and politely stated my frustration with their inability to keep shelf tagging up-to-date. If this had been the first time it happened, I would have let it go. But, this has been an ongoing issue. I was frustrated with myself for not checking the bill before leaving. The trip back took about 10 minutes, so it wasn't really messing with my rigid schedule <smile>.
Why do little things become earth-shattering events? Perhaps they aren't the issue but something hidden is creating the frustration and just looking for an outlet. Somewhat like water, the frustration will always find a path out. Now, without spending years and thousands on therapy, how does one find a way to face whatever that inner irritation may be? Hmmm I suspect if I had that answer, I'd have written a best seller and be wealthier than I am at present <grin>. Finding some time to sit and reflect without interruption from the demands of the world around me may be a place to start -- just not sure when that may be able to happen.
I heard this song earlier today and it really seems to fit -- one line can be a bit of an earworm, so apologies ahead of time. Enjoy!
Bad Day -- Daniel Powter
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