Just when I thought I could handle the curves in life, one hit me I wasn’t prepared for.
Prepared for. That’s funny. I even saw the sign and kept going anyway.
I couldn’t see what the curve was going to be, until I got there. Guess I should have slowed down even more.
The events that threw me could have been in anyone’s life. I was apprehensive about spending the weekend with some people I didn’t know. Even though I had a family member with me, it still didn’t work out.
The road, my journey, appeared so smooth. I was in control of my travel.
When will I learn the one thing I am in control of: myself.
The people I was with irritated me. I can’t stand when people don’t make eye contact, interrupt me or bulldoze a conversation and then change the subject.
I realize it’s about control, but some people are just rude.
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So the weekend had cracks in it. My road became quite rough.
I cried when I couldn’t handle it. Was I weak? Did I make poor choices?
I know I could have left. Got in my car and drove away. Somehow that seemed like the weaker choice to me.
So I stuck it out, but I was so happy to drive away.
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Boundaries. I am required to set my own boundaries. It’s weird. The one person was rude, yet I felt if I said something about it, or if I got up and walked away from the conversation, I would be rude.
Why do I feel I have to stay and take it?
Maybe it’s an old program in my head… to keep quiet and not disturb.
I don’t like that program and I’m the only one who can change it.
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Knowing I have a choice. It’s a powerful thing.
I don’t have to agree with you. You don’t have to agree with me.
I don’t have to approve of your choices, but it’s OK to say what I believe in.
My truth may not be YOUR truth.
I suppose some people feel they must force their views onto others by being rude.
I don’t agree with that method of communication.
I say good-bye to those folks and I thank them for the lesson I learned. I enjoy the polite dance of good conversation with eye contact and taking turns. Thanks for reminding me how good I am at it and demonstrating the opposite.
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Hopefully, I’ll grip the wheel and handle my destiny stronger when I encounter the future curves ahead.
abertsquirrel 