A Basic Skill We Should Have Learned as Kids — by David Cain

[Welles]

This is an original look at emotions and ends up with one of the most practical strategies I've encountered. Brilliant!

A Basic Skill We Should Have Learned as Kids — by David Cain

http://www.raptitude.com/2015/05/basic-skill/


Welles

[Sandy]

Now that is an extremely useful article, Welles! I plan on practicing these strategies even as we speak..
Thank you!!!!!!!!
And ((((((Big hugs)))))) just for being wonderful you!
XxSandy

[Sandy]

Well, my practicing came sooner then I really expected...although I am remembering that as the article stated, we are experiencing emotion in all the moments of our day. They are just more noticed when they are extreme, perhaps. And I must say, I ran the extreme gamete of emotions as I "tried" to do the straight forward task of mowing the grass this afternoon.

Mowing the grass should be a simple thing, eh? In this day and age, one fills the gas tank (or petrol tank if you are in Australia) set the controls and away you go (I am talking about push mowing here) Well, obviously, things did not go as I planned or I wouldn't be lamenting and let's face it, looking for sympathy in this post.. I put the wrong petrol in the tank of the first and main mower the landlord has provided for me to do this task. Thereby coating the spark plug with oil and inhibiting spark. So still being unusually "bright" I thought to myself, I think I'll just drag out good ole number 2. And even though it is louder then a 747 at take off, it is usually dependable. It was too, for about 10 minutes, that was when one of the front wheels fell off. So I wheeled it back to the back once again, a trek I have done far too many times in mowing the grass over here...muttering to myself, "I am NOT going to get upset and blame the countries of manufacture. (which shall remain nameless) But when after another hour I was no closer to completing this much needed task, my anger erupted...doing exactly what I had tried on the surface not to do... blaming everybody but of course me but in the process giving me ample opportunity to dissect my anger and come to the realization that the world was not out to get me...and that in fact, I was the one who should have separated and marked the faulty can of fuel the Landlord provided... with skull and crossbones no doubt Okay still have a little anger issues to work through but at least now I can see a little clearer through the red haze of emotion and at least find some humour in the scenario. The bottom line, I really didn't want to mow the grass today. Hey!!! Looks like the universe gave me what I really wanted LOL This manifestation stuff isn't as tricky as I thought...sigh
Hope you are having bouncing bountiful blessings on your end of the planet!

Sandy

[Welles]

You know Sandy, sometimes thing just get so screwed up (but not dangerous or threatening just frustrating) that I get sent into a tizzy as do we all. I seem to have an internal relief mechanism, sort of like a steam whistle. When the internal pressure gets to a certain point I explode in laughter. Somehow complete screwups are funny when I'm the butt of the joke.


Welles

[Sandy]

Welles, I can truly understand your pressure button with the laughter...It reminds me of the time many years ago when I was traveling with my parents after a visit with my sister in Virginia. It was winter and very snowy and my eldest son, a mere child of less then a year, was duly strapped into his government approved child seat. My Dad knew we had many miles to travel before reaching home before dark and with a baby, who needs changed and fed rather frequently that meant many stops. So he behaved totally out of character for this usually cautious individual, traveling a little faster on the snow covered interstate then was wise. To his credit, I suppose, so was every other car on the road. ( but still of course not wise) All was fine for awhile but then we hit a disguised icy patch and the car fishtailed from one side of the road to another, keeping our angels and, Dad busy for what seemed an eternity getting the situation under control. I saw the rock walls lining the road come far closer then they were ever supposed to countless times but somehow Dad gained the upper hand and we found ourselves facing the right direction and ready to continue as if nothing had happened.
We all checked to make sure we had all our body parts, and then my mom began to cry in emotional release and I, God help me, I burst into hysterical laughter... I just couldn't stop myself it just rolled out of me. Mom glared at me thinking I'm sure I was being a tad rude and unruly as I was not long out of my rebellious teenage years and they had yet to see me as a sane and functioning adult. (something they still may not have adjusted to ) But I must admit, it felt so good to let go of all that terror and fear in one hilarious long swoop.

What is that old saying or maybe it was a regular section in the Reader's digest every month?..."Laughter is the best Medicine."
I'm beginning to believe it!
Hey enjoy your evening!
hugs,
Sandy