I left the house for work this morning and for the first time it wasn't extremely hot; it was breezy and cloudy. For a while I was happy about that. That happy feeling lasted for about all of five minutes until it started to rain. "Oh well, I have an umbrella. No problem, right?" I think to myself. Was I wrong?
The rain was so heavy that my umbrella wasn't cutting it. I was soaked to the skin, just about from head to toe - shirt, skirt and shoes. Thank God for small favours; at least now I have no hair to be worried about getting frizzy or puffy.
I was pissed!! I kept walking thinking about how today just started on the wrong foot and how I will be upset the rest of the day. I decided that my normal cheerful self will most likely be invisible the whole day. And then I remembered.
Just yesterday I was talking with two people about the serenity prayer. For those of you who don't know it, here it is:
The rain was so heavy that my umbrella wasn't cutting it. I was soaked to the skin, just about from head to toe - shirt, skirt and shoes. Thank God for small favours; at least now I have no hair to be worried about getting frizzy or puffy.
I was pissed!! I kept walking thinking about how today just started on the wrong foot and how I will be upset the rest of the day. I decided that my normal cheerful self will most likely be invisible the whole day. And then I remembered.
Just yesterday I was talking with two people about the serenity prayer. For those of you who don't know it, here it is:
"God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference."
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference."
I remembered this prayer and thought about how I have the ability to choose my attitude to the unpleasantness of being beaten by the rain. I could decide to be angry and probably give everyone I meet today a negative (possibly untrue) opinion of me or I could accept that I could not change the situation and just keep my attitude positive.
As much as I would love to say that I immediately became cheerful after giving myself this pep talk, that would be incorrect. I was still a little angry but slowly I let go of the anger and before I got to work, I was calm and singing to myself.
Now I sit at my desk, still in my wet clothes, shivering in this office, which is as cold as a refrigerator but I'm not angry anymore. All I am now is a bunch of nerves as I not-so-eargerly look forward to this performance review I have with my performance manager in about an hour and nine minutes and then lunch with the said manager and two other people who will basically be telling what I did wrong and whatnot.
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