I was an absolute punk this morning. I was incensed over tech problems, dropping F-bombs and punching the desk with my fist.
It’s a typical problem for someone with clinical OCD. You want to control everything, though you know it’s impossible.
In mid-rage, I learned a friend had just lost a sibling.
Rage turned to guilt.
I’m no special case. We all lose our patience from time to time and act like spoiled brats. More often than not, it’s over little things, like missing a favorite TV show or getting stuck in traffic. It’s much easier to blow up than to be stoic when things don’t go our way.
The news I received this morning in the middle of my tantrum just goes to show that someone else always has it worse. I know what it’s like to lose a sibling, and I truly feel for my friend and pray for his family. I needed a hard slap of perspective this morning, but I wish the lesson came from someplace else.
Appreciate what you have. Hug those around you, and don’t sweat the little things. If you fail at any of these, just try again.
I’ll work at following my own advice.