How can you stand her? The aunt/cousin/uncle/mother/father/drama queen relative rears his or her ugly head, and we ask that question. This is how I figure it:
Ninety-nine percent of the time, the problem is me. The other one percent doesn't matter.
What I mean to say is that most of the time when I'm upset, I am the problem. Things are not as I think they should be. People are not doing what I think they should. I am not getting what I think I want or need or deserve.
The universe is perfect. God has been running it for eons without my help, and seems to have a good handle on it. If things don't go my way, it is because they are supposed to go some other way. Plan B is always better; I just never think of it first. When God is in charge nobody loses.
And the one percent of the time when I'm right? Who cares? I ask myself would I rather be right, or would I rather be happy. I noticed a while back that being happy gives me a lot more mileage than being right.
So how can I stand the raging banshee who never does what I think she should, and never treats me with the respect that I think I deserve? It's easy. I try to remember that people are most unlovable when they need love most, and then I try to remember who is in charge. Then I do my best to love her.
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An opportunity to see where we came from, and to either be glad at where we are, or learn to get where we want to be. WE are the one that assigns meanings, we are the ones that harbor disappointment or engender discord.
I choose to live a musical life of chords, instead! Turn up the volume, and dance!
Wilka
I for got up Christmas morning and told everyone we were going to haqve a good Christmas without all the head games and fighting or there would be hell to pay. It's a shame that people need to be threatened so that others can have harmony.
Thank you for the article; however as you pointed out God does have things under control I just thought I would help him out cause he has so much to do. lol
Blessings
It ain't easy being a perfectionist. At least I don't expect anyone else to be right all the time. It's so easy to accept without upset other's errors and so hard to accept mine. Sigh.
I am stopping by as a member of the Comment Speedway, thanks for sharing this with us. It was wonderful! I look forward to seeing more from you.
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