Life throws “lemons” at us from time to time. We resent the sour presence. We wouldn’t have chosen that particular fruit for our basket of life. But they inevitably appear. The lemons in my basket have ranged between having a child born with a crippling birth defect to moving and consequently inheriting an hour commute to work. Troubles in our life range from life changing to a bothersome annoyance.
Both can cause resentment or bitterness. When I am served with a lemon, it becomes my choice what I will do with it. I can wallow in my misery and disappointment-which will lead to what I refer to as ‘stinkin thinking’. In those cases I paint myself into a corner where I sit alone immobilized by my refusal to embrace what has entered my life.
The lemon, left to its own devices, is sour. However, once we add other ingredients, the lemon takes on a new flavor. It can become lemonade, or it can become Allie’s Summer Breeze. Either way, I had to actively engage with the lemon and add other ingredients to manage the lemon’s sour affect. So it is with life. My response to the challenging events that barge into my peaceful domain are managed by my decision on how to handle the lemon. If I am skillful enough with my bartender skills, I move from an isolated corner to a room having a party.
“I believe that if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade…and try to find somebody whose life has given them vodka, and have a party.” Ron White
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