This week, I got all worked up. For nothing. A few times!
When I realized just HOW nothing these matters were (and how wrong I was in each case!) I had to kind of giggle. Really glad that I didn’t complain publicly or tell anyone off, I filed my misstep in the back of my mind for future reference.
Before you have a cow, make sure it’s worth having.
Back in the 70’s, Gilda Radnor’s Saturday Night Live character, Emily LItella, would get ALL worked up over a subject.
My first “Never mind” involved an appointment with a contractor. “I’ll be there between 12 and 12:30,” said the text.
At 12:45 I was harrumphing! The nerve!
When dear old Sam arrived, Mark said, “Yeah…I saw him driving around in front of our house for fifteen minutes, but figured it couldn’t be the contractor because he kept driving past our house.”
Sam meekly said, “You texted me 6852 S. Lockwood Ridge Road.”
I replied, “Yes! 6852 S. Lockwood Ridge Road.”
Mark looked at me like I had two heads.
“Honey, that’s not our address.”
Oh my God! It’s NOT!
Now, back in 1990 I lived at 6852 Clover Lane in Upper Darby, PA. But that was 30 years ago!
This is a classic example of mental-pause, but for the life of me, I don’t know why I would conjure up that old address.
Sam went from being on my #$#%@ list to being the recipient of several mea culpas.
Next, I got into a fight with Google.
I’d been humming the song “Sweet Life” all day and finally asked my Google Mini, “Hey Google – play Sweet Life by Paul Stewart.”
It said, “Okay. Here’s a playlist from the 70’s of lite rock hits.”
I don’t want lite rock hits. I want a very specific lite rock hit!
Maybe if I say the artist first.
“Hey Google! Play Paul Stewart’s Sweet Life.”
Some godawful song that was CLEARLY not Sweet Life began playing.
I thought if I said it more forcefully, Google would finally obey.
HEY GOOGLE!!!! PLAY SWEET LIFE BY PAUL STEWART!!!!
My blood pressure rose. The lovely lyrics and the melody that made my heart smile all morning was GONE.
I was pissed off at Google.
A good twenty minutes passed before it even occurred to me that maybe I might be wrong.
I shifted from my verbal orders to an online search of the song “Sweet Life.”
By Paul Davis.
When I finally said it correctly, Google began playing to perfection.
I went from being all worked up to chair dancing and singing loudly:
This old world seems to be in a hurry But darlin’ we’ll just keep on takin’ our time ‘Cause we’re livin’ such a sweet life Oh what a neat life Sharin’ my love with you We’re livin’ such a sweet life Oh what a neat life Makin’ our dreams come true We’re makin’ our dreams come true– PAUL DAVIS (NOT STEWART)
As Mark Twain so perfectly stated: “I’ve had a lot of worries in my life, most of which never happened.”
This quickness to frustration, even anger – it’s not my normal way of responding to life. It likely is somehow related to this eternal pause button we’re ALL on right now, in the midst of a pandemic that has disrupted every plan once held for 2020.
What can you do when you get all worked up?
Take that little step away from the instigating event and think (sooner than I did) that perhaps YOU may be at fault.
And if you are, laugh at it. Apologize. (Though Google doesn’t really care, Sam sure did.)
Getting worked up is a choice. I want to expend precious energy on things that later don’t make me say, “Never mind.”
Our WOW was “relaxation” and there I was, getting all worked up! How did I resolve it? Well, the story is to be continued, but here’s a start:
On the other side of letting go is FREEDOM, and that’s what I want to fill my question mark with. What about you?