One Day at a Time
Patience. I am learning patience. The more I resist, the more obstacles will appear for me to PRACTICE being patient. I get it. I understand the methods of lesson teaching. For some lessons anyway. Recognizing what is truly going on versus what appears on the surface. Insecurity layered with doubt, anger, fear. That's what I encountered tonight. Actually I have been encountering that for the better part of ten years but I didn't recognize it for what it was - I looked at it for what I WANTED it to be.
Tonight (technically last night because it is 12:08 in the a.m. as I type this) I broadcast my radio show as I usually do but the individual who was supposed to represent my better half stormed around the house yelling and carrying on like a five year-old throwing a temper tantrum. Because I am recognizing the behavior for what it is, I was able to curb my anger by the time I had reached the room where he was. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing and seeing the nature of what was occurring. Being angry because I am pursuing interests separate from him. Being angry because I am giving myself permission to LIVE outside of his existence. Being angry because I am giving myself permission to be ME. I learned (the hard way of course) that it is not my responsibility to appease his anger, especially when I did nothing to cause it. So here I am happily typing away after another successful broadcast of On Why Yet's Watch (this week Matthias Mr. 16 Bars joined me). Check out my wordpress blog to read about it!
Tonight (technically last night because it is 12:08 in the a.m. as I type this) I broadcast my radio show as I usually do but the individual who was supposed to represent my better half stormed around the house yelling and carrying on like a five year-old throwing a temper tantrum. Because I am recognizing the behavior for what it is, I was able to curb my anger by the time I had reached the room where he was. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing and seeing the nature of what was occurring. Being angry because I am pursuing interests separate from him. Being angry because I am giving myself permission to LIVE outside of his existence. Being angry because I am giving myself permission to be ME. I learned (the hard way of course) that it is not my responsibility to appease his anger, especially when I did nothing to cause it. So here I am happily typing away after another successful broadcast of On Why Yet's Watch (this week Matthias Mr. 16 Bars joined me). Check out my wordpress blog to read about it!
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