It is funny, isn’t it.

We use this phrase a lot.  Whether something is funny or not.

“It is funny how time flies.”  “It is funny to think of him running for office.”  “It is funny how much things cost these days.”   Oh.  You get my drift.

But I’m off topic already.  I didn’t mean to start writing about “funny.”
It is funny how often I get off topic when I start writing here.  ( Holy crap …. there I go again.”)

Anyway.  Back where I began.  It is funny how some things bother me and other do not.  Point in case.

I get up every morning at 5:30 or before. Now.  I really slow myself down when I make the coffee.  1. Because it is dang early and I haven’t had any coffee yet. And. 2. Because I am a big klutz.   This is amplified when I am in a hurry.  Yet this morning, as careful as I was being, I managed to spray the coffee grounds all over the kitchen counter, into the freshly cleaned pot, and into the purified water bin.  DO OVER.

Yet. It didn’t bother me.  I just gladly cleaned up the mess, and started over.

Then tonight, as I was pulling out some things to heat up for dinner, I heard Frances whimper at the backdoor.  There was rain on the way, and she does not like the thunder.  I opened up the door and gave her a hug.  She walked in about 5 steps, and proceeded to puke up a rabbit… right on the kitchen floor.  Talk about a magician pulling the rabbit out of the hat!  And… how completely appetizing this looked right as I was about to have dinner.  Nonetheless, I cleaned up the mess.  Regrouped.  And started over.   It didn’t bother me.

Jump back to earlier in the day. At the store, I got in line behind a woman with a cart filled to the brim with groceries. She proceeded to stand and watch the cashier to ring up all 9,452 items.   And then, when the cashier announce the total… the woman began to dig around in her oversized purse.  Finally, she produced a check book.  She slowly and carefully wrote out the check, and then dove back into that purse… in search of her driver’s license and Marsh card.

By my estimation, she knew for AT LEAST 10 minutes… .while waiting in line… that she would eventually have to PAY for these items.  In fact… prior to shopping… she must have had SOME idea that she would eventually have to pay for the groceries.  She might have spent a few moments getting that check all ready to go… except for the final amount.  But no.  We all waited. More.

I did NOT regroup.  Clearly, this bothered me.

Funny, isn’t it.

Now, I don’t know why the water rolls off this duck’s back in some cases… but in other situations … the big weight of “The Bother” sticks to me like peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth.

It might be the difference between happenstance and intention.  Accidents happen.  But… intention… or lack there of…ARE…. for lack of a better word… intentional.

I think the big part of my problem is the need for perfectionism, and the expectation of efficiency in others.

So.  Relax Polly Girl.  I think my best bet is to realize that we are all simply different.  What some people see, others do not.  And vice versa.

I just need to keep practicing at this thing called life.  Heaven knows, I have a long way to go myself.

“Happiness can only exist in acceptance.”  —  George Orwell

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“Give love and unconditional acceptance to those you encounter, and notice what happens.” — Wayne Dyer