I know I am behind on my music posts, but this has been an interesting week. Monday started out a bit rough. Mostly misunderstandings and miscommunications. I am often reminded of how common it is that what feels like a personal attack is often a reflection of someone else's anxiety. That was certainly the case on Monday. The oddest damn things said. Had I responded to them as if they were about me, it would have been horrible.
I know more to not take those things personally. Today, something similar happened. A grandmother in yoga started talking about those poor people who "don't have kids." I kept quiet--understanding it was about her. She certainly meant no insult. I know that as well as I know anything. I still felt it.
Tonight, I went to my neighbors to say hi. Their 100 pound lab--a dog almost as close to me as my own--barrelled into me, knocking me around like a rag doll. A few bruises and scrapes are all. But what a perfect example. That dog wouldn't hurt me if it meant survival. This dog is as sweet as they come. He couldn't possibly intend to cause me harm. I know that as well as I know anything.
It feels like that is a lot of my struggle. Hurts inflicted that are no more intended that my dog friend. The bruises and scrapes are real--no doubt. But the intent is a big issue.
I constantly strive to not take offense in situations like this morning. Sometimes it is hard. Maybe it takes a 100 pound dog to remind me.
Now, where is that Ibuprofen?