Recipe for a frustration free life?
Mar 18th, 2008 by admin
So today I had a “situation” that I personalized WAY too much. I know I’m not supposed to do that, but I did and no amount of saying to myself “don’t personalize this so much” didn’t help. I wish I could type out the whole story but it would be too hard to explain and now that I’m “over it” it would just bring it all up again and …. well you know.
So - bottom line. I was dealing with a person who was not thinking logically, who based a bad decision on a non-existent premise and then blamed me by saying it was something I said that pushed her decision - something I never said. Make sense? No of course not. Let me distill it down further then… dumb person, stupid decision, didn’t listen to me - all wise person that I am. 
Ok, so after rehashing it in my head 2.7 million times, complaining about it to a friend who understood the situation , rehashing it again another thousand times and more I decided I needed to find SOMETHING to distract me.
Voila! The Lord provided the wood man. Up he drives with a face cord of cherry logs and dumps them in my driveway! Whoo hoo. It’s stakin’ time.
The girls were busy with their schoolwork so rather than employ them as my servant girls I decided to dig into the pile myself. It’s amazing how therapeutic some heavy logs and exercise can be. First I was imagining stupid people with each log as I pile them into the neat stack in the garage. Each trip back and forth gave me new insight into their pig headed ideas and why I was much more brilliant than they! By about half way through the pile I was tired but … had pretty much worked through the entire event and actually kind of liked the person who I had earlier thought was stupid. Still not a wise decision in my opinion, but I could understand it a bit more.
By the time the pile was almost gone, I wasn’t even thinking about it anymore and actually humming hymns in my head. Ah fresh air does a body good.
The girls came out and helped with the last half of the pile, thankfully, and we got it all stacked and ready for the cold days ahead, er, next winter, er just in case.
So I was all better and frustration was gone.
Until… I finished this post but wanted to add a few things so I left it in draft and went to the post office and grocery store. At the PO, the girls stayed in the car and some lady drove up next to us and slammed her car door into our car, ignored their surprised looks and kept walking. I came out and she came out after me (she must have been in a real hurry), and as I was starting to back up she crams her van into reverse and slams on the gas ahead of me. Thankfully I saw it and stopped before we crashed.
Oh wood man……
