Fake it ‘til you make it, baby!
“When it rains, it pours.” American Proverb
I woke up at four-thirty today knowing it was going to be one of those days. We finally had rain last night, which we badly needed, but one shaft of lightening smacked down right beside my basement window and knocked out my air conditioning unit. When I came in last evening from seeing the movie, The Tree Of Life, which was beautiful and totally incomprehensible, it appeared that my little dog, Julie, had had a stroke; she was walking tilted toward the left and staggering somewhat. And finally, a contractor is due at my house in a couple of hours to demolish a bathroom on the first leg of a re-do. What is that old adage about ‘good things come in threes’—does that apply to bad things, too?
One of the most important lessons for adulthood is how to ‘roll with the punches’---how to not get one’s panties in a wad, take one step at a time, and keep it calm. Julie appears to be in no pain, she ate well, and slept well, she’s just a bit, well, cockeyed. I will hate having the mess of tearing out the bathroom, but I’ll love it when it’s done, and hopefully, my homeowner’s insurance will cover the air conditioner (since the lowest temp in weeks has been 96). It’s all good, as they say. See how great I am at rolling. Actually, I’m cursing loudly inside, but I’m keeping a very cool exterior. I’m good…no prob…
Don’t you just hate being an adult?
We dedicated co-dependents don’t like to lose control. It makes us crazy—crazier. We like things nice and predictable and UNDER CONTROL! When things go haywire, we go into drill sergeant mode—DO THIS; DO THAT; DO IT NOW!! We’re intolerable for any living creature to be around. I don’t know if that happens to you, but it qualifies as automatic pilot for me. Years of therapy and study have enlightened me as to what it is, and perhaps given me a few tools to rein in my anxiety, but it will be the work of a lifetime, I’m afraid.
If you have the ‘control-at-all-costs syndrome’, bless your heart, honey. I hope you have very few days when everything goes up in flames and many days of being ‘rocked in the bosom of Abraham.’ In the meantime, I recommend that you find a safe-house for the people and critters that live with you, and gird your loins for battle.
Loony in Alabama
Jane
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