I always know when I’m off-balance.
Not the “off-balance” that comes from being top-heavy, or wearing stupid shoes without heels. I’m talking about the situation when I’m in overload, and need to step back and take a deep breath and calm the fuck down. (Excuse the f-shot. But I am having trouble dealing at the moment.)
When I am off-balance, it is important that I make the bed.
Nay, it is CRITICAL that I make the bed. Or, as is the case in my current situation, I am compelled to make a spreadsheet.
Years ago, when I was in overload mode, say, like the time I was 19 and getting married and working a bazillion hours of overtime and not even remotely in love with the hubby, but, you know, we had sex, so that’s love, right? And if that’s love, you get married, right? Well, back then, the cue to being out of kilter was an inner ear disorder. I was literally dizzy any time I moved my body from sitting or standing, or even turned my head.
The same disorder cropped up again, when I was married to “The One.”
Maybe menopause eliminated that particular quirk of emotional excess. (As I understand it, inner ear disorders are related to estrogen levels.) I’m not woozy these days. Just cranky. And swearing a lot. (Can you tell?)
And not at all sure how to deal with someone who is passive aggressive and being a general pain in the tuckus.
I won’t name names, but the offender is not a household or a family member. No one you’ve met, actually. But someone whom I am obliged to deal with through my volunteer work.
Someone who, if I recall my meditation days, is a being who has been set on my path to teach me life lessons.
You may have encountered this strategy for dealing with difficult people – take a look at the troubling situation and consider what you might learn from it. I had a poster hung up beside my work station for years: “Thank you for the lessons you have to teach me.”
Suffice to say, I am struggling.
So, to calm myself, I draw up a spreadsheet. I make lists. I clean up my email inbox or organize the junk drawer. That kind of thing.
Also, there is wine.
How ironic is that, that to “whine,” to complain, to piss and moan (or whinge) also sounds like fermented grapes. Ah, universe, you are a sly, devilish sprite, you are.
Cheers, and thanks for allowing me to vent.
And please! Do share your strategies for dealing with difficult people!