Just like that, the sun and heat of August disappeared. September came with cooler air, clouds and smoke. What a disappointment! Disappointments, no matter how small, are so hard to swallow. My throat is tight and constricted. I feel an ache all the way down to my heart. A little melodramatic, I know. It is the way I feel. I don’t like it or the way I am. I am disappointed with the weather. I’m disappointed with myself. I will try to change how to deal with it better.
The first thing to do is to acknowledge how I feel. The second is not to take disappointments so seriously. Life, after all, is not full of guarantees. The weather is unpredictable and not in our control. Things happen, people screw up, I screw up and accidents happen. The waitress could forget you’re there. The coffee refill could be slow coming. Your order could be forgotten. And when it does arrive, it could be a bit burnt. All these things could and did happen. The streets are full of road blocks and detours. People get lost. People will be late. For sure there will be alot of fuming and swearing. But it is not serious. It is not life threatening.
The third thing to do is chill and not do anything rash. Let it all sit then do some deep breathing to dissipate the woe is me victim feeling. Then do TLC like making myself a nice breakfast to counteract the sting of disappointment. I chose not to sit with disappointment. Instead, I harvested 2 of my mad hatter peppers, sliced and diced and fried them to accompany my omelette and toast.
Disappointments do not always disappeared. They can linger on in our memory. That’s how they and we are. I choose to learn from them and not to let them sour me. I am sour enough.
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