Ever since my freeway Zen folk-chick experience last week, I’m having a really hard time getting riled up. NOT FOR EVERYONE’S LACK OF TRYING. Seriously, I’m un-fucking-flappable this week. I’m pretty sure my attitude is driving the universe right now.
It’s not that I don’t give a fuck, more like I am being selective about parting with my precious fucks. And this is an amazing thing, this realization that I can choose how to feel at any moment, no matter what flavor crap is being served to me.
As if to try my new saint-like attitude, there have been a series of “fires” at work (not really, I mean, we’re talking about telecommunications, no one’s actually going to drop dead), but systems crashing, downtime, people inconvenienced– one after the next. So by the time the last one hit, I was so worn down by the others (plus the whirlwind that is my personal life) that I went, “Meh.” And my project manager came over to me to make sure I knew what had happened, and what they were doing to fix it, and ask how the were customers affected…and I said, “I didn’t get any emails, no one really complained, I guess it wasn’t a big deal. Disaster averted.” No, he said, disaster un-noticed. I can’t say for sure that my refusal to run in circles squawking like a hen somehow lessened the actual impact, but certainly THE EVIDENCE SUGGESTS THAT. Right?
And that’s how you do it. Don’t give your disaster the time o’ day. I mean, maybe you don’t think its possible BUT: what if no matter what happens, we can be happy anyway? What if we just go on..as if?? DID I BLOW YOUR MIND?? Because that’s what’s happening here. Life tries to crush us..like roaches. But it can’t– because, like roaches, we will survive anything: including (but not limited to) earthquakes, stock market crashes, complete nuclear holocaust, and/or a dinosaur-killer meteor. We crawl out of the rubble, and shake it off. ROACH POWER. *hive five with feelers*
I actually don’t know if roaches are happy. Scratch that.
MY POINT IS: We can choose how to feel. We can decide how to react. We can handle whatever needs to be handled without freaking the fuck out, letting it ruin our day, letting it shit on our sobriety. And this is actual power (ROACH POWER) that we possess. All of us.
Yes, even YOU. *pointing with antennae*