There are a few blogs I read fairly regularly, some more often than others, and a few only when I’m bored to tears. Then, there are a few that I read just to catch up on my personal drama levels. If I’m lacking in a certain kind of drama, I go to whichever blog appeals to that particular need.
One in particular reminds me quite frequently that some women need a good sized dose of reality mixed in with maturity. I go there when I feel like whining because I didn’t get what I want. She has a quite different name for her blog, but I call it the Waambulance Beat. Significant life events happen to people every day and those people dissolve into pity parties now and then, but the pity party doesn’t last for years, because they’re forced to get on with life, make a living and move on to the next step of living. It happened, pull up your big girl panties, untwist them a little and walk on, you’ve had your tears. But, this particular woman can find more reasons to whine over life events than most women experience.
Tonight, I happened across her blog quite by accident.
The drama was of her own making. I kid you not. This grown woman created the drama that she’s writing about in this blog post, in a twenty minute interval, in which she could have been having a coffee, checking her makeup or touching up a nail, she created an all out middle of the aisle drama that kept the sales clerks in stitches, worried with concern over her un-natural, pre-meditated disaster.
There I said it. She planned the problem, created the stress, resolved the problem in the most drama-filled means possible and wrote the entire scene into her blog. Oh, holy happenstance! How could that happen to her?
You may think I’m feeling smug and audacious, considering that I do read her blog from time to time, intentionally. And, you could be right. But in reality, I’m acknowledging the fact that we all create our own drama. We all create our own baggage. We ALL create the lives we live. We make the decisions that change our world, make us who we are in any given day and create the resulting satisfaction or dissatisfaction with life.
Whether or not we dramatize every single event in our life or not, the reality is that every event in our life is the result of decisions we make in one way or another. We chose to BE in that place and time, we chose to buy the program, we chose to arrive late or early or whatever the situation may be, we made the choice to be THERE at that TIME and experience THAT moment. We can choose how we respond to the ultimate results of that choice.
Now, I will acknowledge that there are life events that are not of our choosing and we have to deal with those too. But the majority of life happenings are directly a result of choices we make, and it’s time to fess up, take responsibility, own the choice and decide how you’re going to make the best of that situation.
Get a mop somebody and clean up the mess, will you please?