Remember when being angry usually came with an invitation from an elementary school teacher, “Please turn this sheet of paper and pencil into a tool and spend recess writing about what’s made you extremely too moody for my class. When finished, I’ll show you the fine art of ripping it up and tossing your anger away.”
With barely a whisper of wind to hold, life thrusts your feet into a pair of adult shoes; eight, nine and ten evolves into 25, 31 and 50 where the idea of putting focus on the methods of madness that make you lean are no longer important enough to invite peaceful conclusions to. So…we horde bad vibrations like an 80’s song overplayed on the radio.
Come on Eileen from Dexy’s Midnight Runner’s might serve as a happy place while Betty Davis Eyes from Kim Carnes ignites a fire that rages out of control at work, home or while slipping through the cracks on Independence Blvd.
According to the author of Loving What Is; Katie Byron, “Never stop judging your neighbors.”
She invites you to rip open your heart and land your flight above all things ignored on a runway of resolution and solution. Write about your past, present and future. Jot down your dislikes and worries about people. Unveil your sadness on paper! If this seems too revealing and it’s a safe zone you’re searching for check out www.thework.org.
Anyone who’s followed Julia Cameron’s Artist Way knows of the truths she’s introduced you to through being faithful to Morning Pages. Getting to know you is a gut wrenching task filled with more Halloween masks than Morris Costumes on Monroe Road in Charlotte, NC.
Trust is constantly the battle. How is it possible to be open, honest and revealing of what paints pain on the path if you live or work with someone whose eyes constantly search for weapons to use against you?
It took ten years to leave my daily writing out for anyone to view. Having the guts to whip out the pages to showcase a thought isn’t necessarily brave but rather truthful. Rather than judge the way I think know who I am first.
Penning out your points of view isn’t just a family squabble thing!
Because of my 2009 heart attack doctors have asked that I step on a scale twice daily. Although 2011 was an incredible year for weight loss, a sudden gain over the weekend put their methods of education into play. While the nurse calmly accused me of eating and drinking wrong while forcefully reminding me of the dangers of her purpose, I was able to bring peace of mind to her reasons by pulling out my writing and sharing my handwritten thoughts, blood pressure and weight changes for the past thirty days.
Have you ever documented the journey of the common cold? You’ll learn more about you when you do.
Back to Katie Byron, “If you find yourself sending out the index finger of blame the most important rule of true happiness has been shattered. The focus is no longer on you.”
Remove the censors.
That in itself is an extremely dangerous game to play. By dropping the curtain that reveals the wizard, knowing when to be open and direct is the key to walking in peace. Just because it seems fitting on paper, anyone nearing your daily circle won’t understand your reasons for becoming and staying real.
According to Katie, “When you do the work, everything outside you is a reflection of your own thinking. You are the storyteller, the film projector, he or she that promotes an image. The moment we recognize a flaw in the screen we want to change the person.”
Is it true?
Can you absolutely know that it’s true?
How do you react when you think that thought?
Who would you be without that thought?
Julia Cameron leads readers into believing, “Anger isn’t the solution. It’s only a symptom.”
Have you ever asked why you suddenly become depressed the moment your toes walk through the front door at work?
Rather than place blame on coworkers and the cleanup crew that constantly forgets your trash; look into the bucket and see if you recognize the lines that keep you connected when the biggest ambition is to sever the ties.
I suffer from a horrid disease called OPBWE. (Other people’s bad work ethics) I become extremely angry and depressed when confronted by what I assume is laziness, a lack of caring and or they find no reason to invest in success. Guess what? It’s not their job to keep up with me! In fact people find my addiction to working completely a pain in the a**!
Keeping up with the Jones’ at work creates mountains. Not living up to the boss’s expectations generates craters that surround the mountains. Becoming angry at drivers who don’t move when the light turns green is the evil claw connected to a fire breathing dragon too ugly to put in a Hollywood movie. From the outside it truly looks like our purpose in life is to be unhappy only to assume we’re too late to fix it.
Why are Grandparents more open and playful than the parental figures they were when you were growing up? My stepfather Joe was brutal on bad behavior. We’d get five minutes to talk on the phone and 30 seconds into the conversation, “Your time is up!” Combine that with radio station program directors that screamed at you if the thought over the song lasted longer than eight seconds. Now ask me why I can’t stand emails longer than a paragraph.
Why do I instantly become a demon when a company raises their prices? I’ll know that answer when Stepfather Joe shows me shows me how he kept his family from being homeless. We literally had nothing and yet when I look back I see a man that never gave up. He let no wall serve as a mountain he couldn’t climb.
In 2012 stop pretending to change and grasp onto a couple of minutes to locate an answer as to why something might be bothering you. I haven’t a clue as to why the sun always rises in the east then sets in the west. Rather than challenge it, I’ve learned to accept new beginnings while never forgetting to say thank you for the light that unveiled paths to chase.
I will always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
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