Stress has taken over my life like a really obnoxious roommate.
Everything that can go wrong has.
As a friend of mine likes to say…he feels as if he’s just rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic.
Every day I rise with great determination to be the best I can be.
Then those waves come…that part of the iceberg you didn’t happen to see.
Jean Paul Sartre said…hell is other people.
Darn tootin’ Jean. If I knew where you were, I’d send fruit and flowers, and a car to take us to lunch.
To learn to dodge the actions of others careening towards you is an art. Not taking it personally even if it has your name on it, a skill.
I conduct myself with utmost integrity treating others the way I wish to be treated.
Yeah I know, who the fuck do you think you are Susannah, Gandhi?
I realize, I have no control over people, places and things, only how I respond to them.
Turning the other cheek, if you will, but let me add there’s very little skin left on mine, doesn’t matter how well I dodge and weave.
My goal in my twilight years is to be happy, joyous and free…peaceful and serene, kind, caring and content where I stand.
I know, that’s quite a feat no matter what age, however…stress, that little tart no one invited, who just pushed her way in, crashing a most peaceful party, can just sit herself down and rethink her unwanted, callous, hopefully short lived, appearance.
What’s that Mr. Gandhi? Fasting? No, in this case, we’re having breakfast.
But I appreciate the tip.