And as George Takei said today … I also say … go for baroque.
I needed to write my public Happy Holly Project blog, so I wrote in my private blog.
I got a great idea for something happy today, so I set it aside for some other time.
I had to get some laundry together, so I made the bed.
I needed to look at some programming, so I played several games of Sudoku.
I needed to wash my hair, so I made a cup of coffee.
I needed to run the dishwasher, so I took out the garbage.
I really had to make the lobster bisque, so I made the stock … put it in the refrigerator for tomorrow … and cooked ground meat, macaroni and tomatoes.
I needed to clear out the refrigerator, so I changed the water in one of the fish bowls. (Bert’s if you are interested)
I needed to make a phone call, so I looked for my missing camera.
I remember the first time I heard the term passive-aggressive. I was about to begin the journey that was my divorce and I called the EAP hotline the company had available.
It was my first exposure to counseling of any sort, and what the heck … the guy was a thousand miles away and could not see my face … and never would. So I told him the truth. The whole unflattering, unvarnished truth. About how all the woes in the marriage rested firmly on my shoulders … for one reason or the other. And I told him all the reasons.
There was a short pause on the other end of the line.
“Have you ever heard of Passive-Agressive behavior before?” he asked.
“No.” I answered, feeling sure that he had just named my worst diagnosis. So, I was …
“Your husband is Passive-Agressive. And here is what it is …” he explained.
Who knew? It was the first time the thought that I wasn’t the only horrible partner in this whole thing had crossed anyone’s lips. It certainly didn’t get spoken by my now ex-husband.
And so began a journey of self-discovery and personal growth. That was almost twenty-five years ago.
These days I still visit a counselor from time to time … just for a tune-up … although he laughs when I say that.
The cute memes and sayings posted out on the internet on Facebook and Emails often make me think and focus back on lessons learned and how I have grown over the years. Thank goodness.
So a stronger me lives these days … and, except for the recent heartbreak, I do exceedingly well. At least I quickly recognize things … behaviors … for what they are … or aren’t.
So I didn’t.
But one post today was not true.
This blog post, like most others, did indeed write itself. I don’t understand how, but that’s the way it works for me.
I think I will go wash my hair.