Pfunksfoolosophy

These past few months have been trying and there have been many times when I’ve wondered aloud if I were Job. Sure, Job had a bit more on his plate than me, but I have such a co-dependent relationship with my family and friends that sometimes I don’t say ‘no’. It isn’t that I can’t say no, it’s that I choose not to and that’s the main challenge.

The straw that came close to breaking this camel’s back came this morning when a co-worker called to berate me. It’s Saturday, I’m on my way back from grocery shopping and since I live in a big city, I’ve gotta carry my parcels. It’s hot and I’m getting cranky. The call wasn’t welcome, nor was it well timed.
It was aimed at the wrong person and he got under my skin. This happens so rarely with me because normally, I let things slide due to my clear boundaries with folks. He doesn’t know those boundaries yet and I had to let him know that we would discuss whatever problems arose from my incompetence when I came in. I cried ‘uncle’. Didn’t want to engage with him.
Especially not while trying to carry my groceries home and PARTICULARLY not when his truth differed from mine.
What to do? Calm down, talk to a friend and get her perspective. Yep. I am that fortunate that I can reach out to those who know and love me.
Coping skills are valuable and I thank G-d every day that I possess them and that I have loved ones who are able to direct me to them.
The ego wanted to lash out like an episode of Jerry Springer.
Hey, I’m not perfect…far from it. FAR from it, take my word for it…but you know…all things considered, all is well. I’ll get it straightened out and everything will be all right.

So, cry uncle once in a while. Don’t cost ya nothin’.

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