when you're ready to become all that you were meant to be
getting through “stuff,” building character, and rising to the occasion
Like a dog with a bone.
One Real Housewife was calling out another Real Housewife for holding on to a very old and very tired argument (and yes, I watch this questionable form of entertainment). Of course, the Housewives are all about drama, and this woman and her bone really delivered, on and on stirring the pot.
I’m right. You’re wrong. Blah, blah, blah. Blah, blah, blah. Chomp, chomp, chomp.
She. Could. Not. Let. Go.
Just. Like. Me.
I’m a holder-oner. I’ve been known to clutch, grasp, grip, or otherwise hold on to…
Sometimes you just need to change your perspective.
Years ago, I was in a precarious situation involving people who were, let's just say, less than kind. I mentioned to a good friend that, obviously, there's some lesson I need to learn in dealing with these folks. My friend became extremely agitated, and in what can only be described as a Cher-snap-out-of-it moment, she said rather vehemently, "Maybe it's their lesson. Maybe they need to learn to be kind, thoughtful, and generous. Geesh!"
She had a point.
But did she…
Don't tell anyone, but I was really scared.
It's a pretty straightforward procedure, not without risks by any means but one that many people suffering from atrial fibrillation choose to undergo. It's called electrical cardioversion, a process of shocking the heart back into normal sinus rhythm, and I was having none of it. No way! I decided in all my wisdom and profound knowingness that after a five-day hospital stay, I would remain in active afib, as well as active misery, for another 46 days.
That was bright, wasn't it?
But I was scared.
So I resisted.
And all the while I had this nagging feeling that...
Have you noticed lately that people aren't taking responsibility? There seems to be a huge lack of accountability out there, and it's bugging me.
And what bugs me even more is when those same people shift all that responsibility they aren't taking onto other people. Now that really gets my goat (one of my mom's favorite expressions that I never dreamed I'd use, but I am, and that's bugging me, too).
Anyway, I'm here to suggest that we all stop making excuses, that we...