Only Once

“Expectation is the mother of all frustration.” Antonio Banderas

I have an apparently peculiar quirk. I think that I should only have to do something once. Say it once. Touch it once. File it once. Isn’t that the teaching of efficiency? Oh dear…I have another quirk-I think things should be efficient.

No wonder some days annoy me. My expectations that things should run efficiently and smoothly are adversely affecting my blood pressure. Ah…a splash of insight. Many of the above expectations occur in an office and are impacted by other people; other people who are messing with my mode of efficiency.

Wait. That still admits I have an expectation of efficiency. Perhaps I could change that to a desire for efficiency, but realize that a multitude of events, and people, will complicate my hope. I do get paid for that complication. However, it does slow things down. Damn…another expectation-that I will get a lot of things done in a day. Some days it takes all day to get someone to get labs done right, packaged correctly, picked up and processed as they should be. How could that take so long? I don’t know, but some days it does.

What am I left with? Go to work, don’t expect people to be competent,  an office to be efficient, or to get much done. There! My frustration could vanish.

But who would I become?

Best I keep my quirks, and learn how to manage letting go of my expectations of others. Perhaps that was the mother of invention to the happy hour/cocktail after a day’s work!

wine-for-two

 

I’m Crazy

Patsy Cline–I’m crazy…worry, why do I let myself worry….

Music holds such power. It can set a mood, it can soothe a soul. It can excite and it can add courage as men march to war.

Funny thing about a song, the whole song may be irrelevant to a situation, but there can still be a connection.

Patsy Cline sings ‘I’m Crazy” as a sad realization that she has loved the wrong person. I don’t share that sense. I feel that I love my soul mate who comforts and creates more enjoyment of life. Yet…her words, “I’m Crazy” come out of my mouth frequently. It can be for any number of reasons. I’m crazy to go to the store in the rain. I’m crazy to start a new career late in life.

Today, I am reminded of the other lyrics in this song. “worry, why do I let myself worry?” There is no help in worry. Worry is a waste of energy. Worry drums up all the unquantified potential troubles that may never have to be addressed.

“Worry is the interest paid by those who borrow trouble.” George Washington

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Imagination- Wake Up!!

“The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination.”  Albert Einstein

I can go to school to learn. I can search the internet to gain knowledge. There are many ways I can obtain education. But how do I encourage, or learn to get in touch with, my imagination?

Dr Seuss said, “Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!”

Cute, but I can only think up what I have put into my head-generally facts or figures. How does one get outside of the realm of reality and into the mists of imagination which can birth creativity?

When I was a child, it seemed easier. We could play dress up and imagine being someone else.

imagination super girl I could be super woman and fly to the rescue.

It didn’t matter that I couldn’t fly. Or that I might not be strong enough to help someone in trouble. I could pretend. Pretend and imagine are closely related.

How does that get knocked out of us? We grow up and we forget to play, dress up, and imagine. Recently I purchased coloring books for adults. I wanted to do some stress reduction with coloring. I loved it as a child. Why did I stop? Adults aren’t supposed to color. We can only color when we are doing it with children. Who set that rule??

More importantly, I hope the coloring books will ignite something deeper in my soul. I hope it unleashes my creative spirit that was long ago put to rest. I have had to tackle so many difficult and demanding tasks in my life that I unleashed my pragmatic side and told my pretend playful imagination to go to sleep.  Well, now I want it to wake up. I want it to soar. I want to color outside the lines and let my feelings take wings.

imagination with colors