A 2 Year Old's Rant

I came across this little nugget of wisdom the other day and it really spoke to me.

As usual, as soon as new way of thinking or seeing things comes into my life I am presented with an opportunity to learn that new principle. I don't know if I will ever get use to how uncomfortable it is to learn new things, because they usually come in forms of uncomfortable situations...go figure.

"Peace is the result of retraining your mind to process life as it is, rather than as you think it should be." -Wayne W. Dyer

I woke up Monday  (Labor Day) with really high expectations for that day (which was my first mistake). We were going to all work together as a family to get the house and back yard sparkly clean, then have a really yummy, nutritious lunch and spend the rest of the rainy, overcast day playing games and watching movies together.

Well, needless to say, everyone else was in "holiday" mode. As in, sit-and-do-nothing. Um, excuse me? I had a plan!!!

No one else thought it was a great idea to get the house clean. They wised up to my threats and did help, but their idea of sparkly clean was a bit different than mine. They didn't like the idea of games either, they thought playing with friends sounded funner. The nerve!

Without going into too many embarrassing details, I was grumpy. Everyone and everything was not living up to my high expectations and it was so annoying! The harder I worked to clean, the messier it seemed to get. I was kind of acting like a 2 year old that wasn't getting her way and so, around noon, I decided to put myself in time-out before I injured someone.

I went up to my room (I may have even slammed my door...I don't quite remember...) and lay on my bed. I wasn't there long before the above quote popped into my head. I hate when that happens, cause sometimes I just want to be a 2 year old. I had a fleeting vision of punching Wayne W. Dyer (whoever the heck he is) in the nose.

But because when I originally read it, it spoke so deeply to my heart, it was hard to deny the truthfulness of it now.

One of the most miraculous blessings that have come into my life since I have been able to heal from my depression and chronic pessimism is the ability to realize, fairly quickly, when I am being taught, stretched and inspired. I still wallow, but I don't wallow for long. That took a lot of practice, and I get better with each uncomfortable experience.

I got off my bed and went to the window where I had a perfect view of my 3 middle kids playing together...not fighting, but playing, cooperating and laughing together. I walked out of my room to see my smiling 12 year old who was in a really great mood and wanted to show me a funny picture on her phone. I then went downstairs to see my husband playing with my 3 year old. My 3 year old was laughing and soaking up his daddy time.

The day ended with my hot husband taking me on a date to a movie and dinner, which we hadn't done in a loooong time.

All of these things I would have missed if I had continued on my rant. I am really glad I didn't miss them.

Peace NEVER just happens...we have to be ever mindful and ever diligent at creating space in our lives for it.