There are times when things seem to be going well. I like those times. Serene, comfortable, easy… nice. BUT! (there’s always a butt)<\/p>\n
It never seems to fail, something<\/strong> or someone<\/strong> will go haywire and require me to come to the aid. It doesn’t seem to me that I caused this problem. I see no direct evidence of my involvement in its creation. It’s not my fault!<\/em><\/p>\n And yet, a problem is in my lap and I have to deal with it. My serenity is disrupted, my inner peace is disrupted, and my mood is disrupted. And for what? Somebody else’s problem!<\/p>\n What the f*** is going on here? Why can’t life just flow along smoothly without disruption?<\/p>\n It eats at me now and then. Hmmm? Could that be a hint?<\/p>\n Could it be that when I’m in the midst of my own dramas, I don’t clean up well afterwards? Could I be leaving scraps behind? Maybe. Likely. Yes, okay, I’ll admit that I sometimes do that – I sometimes leave scraps behind and don’t clean up properly. There, I’ve said it.<\/p>\n And yet, there are times when I’m sure I’m intent on NOT creating drama while I’m wading knee deep in it. Why? Or, rather, “why me?”<\/p>\n It seems that even when I’m happy to stay out of other people’s dramas, I can’t help but get caught up in them. It would appear I’m happy to feed on their table scraps. Even when I’m not hungry!<\/p>\n And what about those scraps I’ve left behind? What of them? Are they being placed on someone else’s table? Or am I finding them on my own table? Yum yum yum…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" There are times when things seem to be going well. I like those times. Serene, comfortable, easy… nice. BUT! (there’s always a butt) It never seems to fail, something or someone will go haywire and require me to come to … Continue reading