Years ago, I had a Social Worker friend teach me one of the most important lessons I have ever heard or learned.
Turns out, I am learning that particular lesson, still.
STILL!
She had gotten all up in my face about me forever working myself to death. Ran all up my hind end regarding me forever and a day placing myself on the ground and presenting myself as the roadway and thus roadkill for any and all to help themselves to/with.
*sigh*.
After a while, I got mad. And, I mean steaming mad.
Outraged, I kicked, screamed and ballyhooed.
“Good”.
That’s what she said to me.
“It’s about time you got mad. Maybe now you will start taking care of you.”
She proceeded to read me the riot act. I proceeded to get some act right.
Today, my old boss ‘made me mad’. Course, this is what I told myself. He had just been doing his job. Reminding me to hurry on up and do my job.
Will be real…*sigh*….smh.
I almost…smh.
Like a dummy, I almost let myself get ‘mad’ enough to stomp out of work two hours early.
My head got to shaking ‘hecks no you going to stay up in here!’
My fingers got to wagging all up in my face that I was fixing to finish the work day and stop all this acting a fool else would be doing bathroom duty come midnight!
My foot kicked me dead up in my rear end as a painful reminder to stop all that foolishness and do what needed to be done and get out the feelings I had no business being all up in.
This reminded me of that decades old advice. Hence, the birth of this piece.
We are so quick to get mad at God, at Life, at this, at that, at our fam, at our friends, at our lack of having said fam and friends. Yep, we get all mad and fired up at circumstances, at situations at….good egads we have the NERVE to get up in everyone’s faces except our own.
It’s not always easy, eh, to get up in one’s own face. If so, we find it is us who have been holding us back most of this whole time in some way form or fashion.
So, I got me some act right, right quick, and dashed in here to save you from having to do your own midnight chores.
Keeping our act right acting right IS a chore. A necessary one. Saves our hind end from taking a good boot to the rear.
HHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH!
I laugh now.
I want to cry at all the missed opportunity and adventures I missed out on being mad at everyone but me. Now, I don’t waste much time getting on myself. Now, when I find out better, I try and do better. I don’t always get it but get right as soon as I see I have been a dumbsky or have done a super dumb thing.
Moral of the story?
Why yall keep asking me?
Ask, Him.
Ask, Life.
Ask, YOU.
You will be surprised at what all you will learn.
learning still,
Cassandra
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