perhaps this little issue stems back to the time when i had an actual temper. and it was a rather intense temper, might i add. i have sought for years to control it, to subdue it, and it really hasn't given me any problems since i was a young child.
except for some days. i can think of two examples that really make my blood boil.
example one: when i am in the car and some person is driving incompetently (you know, trying to text/smoke/eat/put on makeup/etc. all at the same time... or a person driving ten under the speed limit... stuff like that).
example two: when i get to work on a monday and all of the sudden i have 37 things to do straightaway, the copy machine breaks and i have a meeting to go to. or something like that.
and for some reason, it always surprises me how angry i get... how all of the sudden this intense feeling comes upon me, and it's all i can do to suppress it. it doesn't happen often... but often enough to serve as a wake-up call of sorts.
i've decided i need to RELAX.
i need to stop getting stressed and angry over silly things that don't matter. i need to find my "center" or whatever. i'm telling myself it's because i haven't had a vacation in awhile... which will be remedied next week.
so here's to recommitting to being less stressed and angry. {i might even have to stop watching the yankees this year. that's how committed i am.}
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Do yoga on the wii fit.
Works wonders.
So I was reading and thinking, "Is Lauren telling a story about me?"
I had QUITE the temper as a kid. Like, the stuff of household lore. I will never, ever live it down.
I, too, have worked these many years to be a lot more calm and rational in my reactions but I can get seriously wound up sometimes.
Do you think maybe it's our four-year old selves just needing to surface occasionally after all this suppression :)? I'm sure that explanation would really go a long way in trying to convince Noah his wife isn't a crazy lady when I almost start crying because it's a downpour and I left my Metro card in Noah's wallet and the missionaries are stuck in an elevator in the projects. These events are not wholly unrelated...
Long comment. Miss you. Laters.
i have a difficult time picturing you with a temper, allison dear. but i think you're correct in asserting that our four-year old selves just need to break free sometimes. that, or we're crazy. haha.
and i like long comments. just fyi. :)
Whatttt....?????!!!!! Adam still vividly remembers that time you were so mad about the Yankees losing when we were at my parents' house. Good times.
ugh. embarrassing. i had forgotten about that. but you try watching a game like that in a house full of red sox fans. even as much as i love your family, that is one of my versions of hell. (with different red sox fans other than your family of course.)
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