That moment when you realize there is freedom
In the simple act of not banging your head into a wall any more.
That feels so damn good.
Yes. It. Does Colleen! ❤
😉 Right? ❤
It sure does!!
😀 feels good to stop!
I hope to find out! 🙂
Good luck. It’s great!!!
It is….and yet it is also bittersweet sometimes…
I know. But you can’t do yourself in, while unable to change things for others.
Been there, done that.
I know. You’d think we’d learn quicker….
I can feel the relief flowing off the page. Oh what a feeling! 🙂
So sweeeeeeet 😉
Bwahaha! So very true Colleen – and in addition it drives people around you nuts because they are expecting you to be beating your head against the wall. I gotta tell you this one – it popped to mind when I read your post. I was trucking at the time and had gotten in line for the toll to cross the Ambassador Bridge from Detroit to Canada. This international crossing was one of the highest volume land crossings in the world. I had just rolled up to the toll taker when his electronics died.He looked at me with my offering to the bridge gods in my hand, shook his head and told me that I had to move to another toll booth. I looked in the mirror and realized I had a line of dozens of vehicles behind me and I told the agent that I would need some help moving the line from behind. He said he could not and I would have to do it myself. I told him that was not safe ( a car could easily scoot into my blind spot behind without being noticed). So, looking for options, I said I could pull through and park on the side beyond the booths, walk back, and pay. He said he was not permitted to allow anyone to pass without paying. At which point I once again offered him the money (the correct change, no less) and he said he could not take the money because his till was broken and he wasn’t allowed.Ha!
Realizing I was being baited, I smiled, applied the parking brakes (they are a loud whooshing of air in an enclosed area), shut the truck off, pushed back my seat, picked up the book I was reading and proceeded to read while I had a smoke. The toll taker stared at me a minute and then told me I could not park there in the toll lane. I kept reading and said that he gave me no choice and please let me know when he chose to take my money otherwise he should call the State Troopers. (I knew they would recognize stupidity and just move the cars). He pondered that for a moment, realized how stupid he would look to the police, picked up the phone and had two agents moving cars within a minute. I thanked him, backed up and moved over. It was fun and all I had to do was stop beating my head against the wall. 😀
That story is exactly the kind of thing I’m referencing. 🙂 I love it. You knew the situation better than he thought you did. It’s amazing what we can accomplish when we stop fighting ourselves. 🙂
I love that you pulled out your book.
😉 Soooooo good.
Especially when the alternative is TO bang your head against the wall. That will not feel so good.
Not so much PIF…….
… And then have some ice cream for the headache 😊
I like how you think Val 😉
Good to know! I need to stop doing that as often as I do. I’ll take this as friendly advice, dear Colleen! 🙂
Friendly advice is a wonderful way to look at this my friend!!! 🙂 I hope it serves you well! 😀
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