Ruffled Whiskers…
Today is proving to be a difficult day as far as personal interactions go. I seem to be rubbing everyone the wrong way…at work and on the personal front. I could get an honorary degree in miscommunication!
Basically, I have a cluttered mind and it reflects in my actions. That’s the root cause of all the emotional upheavals in my life. Have taken up yoga in a bid to unclutter the mess of thoughts ( and there are many running askew).
No doubt these concerns are not major reasons to fret about or for that matter even minor reasons to fret about. But one has to acknowlege the little bumps on a smooth surface before they turn into volcanic erruptions. In my case, I first squirm, then fume, then burst and it’s not a good way to manage anger or distress.
I see red A LOT and have always been hot-headed and sometimes mule-headed too. I think it runs in the family, because my dad is a carbon copy of myself. My mum on the otherhand has the temperament of a deer except when someone tries to push her buttons. She does have a shrewd nose for pushy types and can spot a fraud from a mile away, unlike dad and me who tend to instinctively trust.
Am currently experiencing email miscommunication. Have cracked a joke via email, but my recepient seems to have misunderstood my sense of humour. That’s it Merril, if they miss the underlying humour, are they worthy of being your friends? Here’s a point to ponder…
Personally, I’ve realised that the easiest way to jumpstart a bad day is to be in a bad mood. Of course, that’s provided you don’t have a chronic issue at hand like living under a tyrannical dictatorship, or father who unleashes domestic abuse or a disease that can’t be cured. Snarling, barking, growling are best left to our friends in the animal kingdom.
Btw the boss has just delivered a bonny baby boy. Could this mean a generous Diwali bonus? Hmmm….
