Sometimes it doesn't matter who you've lashed out at.
And it doesn't matter who's lashed out at you.
If I had a dollar for every time someone's lost their temper with me, I'd be a millionaire.
A billionaire, if I counted all the times I've lost MY temper with someone.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
Because the only question left, for me, is...
Why lose my temper with someone when at the end of the day, I'm probably mad at myself?
Why try to fix things within another when I'm still trying to fix myself?
Why get mad at a lack of enthusiasm when deep down, I don't want to be there either?
Why get mad about the ways someone is slacking when I'm allowing the second rate version of myself?
Why pretend I have any answers when there are days where my best thoughts come from the bottom of a wine bottle?
It's only worth getting angry when you know it comes from a complete place.
Not a place of ego. Not a place of fear. Or annoyance. Or self pity. Or any of the la-di-da bullshit excuses we like to make for our stupid or immature or holier than thou behavior.
Until we know the answer to our "why," there's no reason to question anybody else.
So let's stop. And have the courage to ask ourselves...
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