Photo Credits: WhileSippingCoffee
Edited by: WhileSippingCoffee
Location: Author's Apartment
She pressed the disconnect button and threw the phone in full force. It banged against the wooden cupboard and fell open. The child came running and wondered what had happened. A wave of frustration arose in her. Anger, despair, turmoil and an internal chaos ruled her energies. She picked herself up and dashed out of the house. A short drive always helped. It made sense, psychologically - the driver's seat gives you a sense of being in control.
Moving down the black curvy road, she sensed the tension ease out. Faint noises from the quiet afternoon streets, low traffic, pedestrians walking aimlessly - all toned down to precede the mad rush of the last evening of the year. Pulling over to a corner she let out a heavy sigh and began to think.
It was easier to think from a sorted mind once she felt in control of herself. With the windows closed, the only sound audible, was that of her own breath. The message came through as always. She heard herself say, "Being in control simply means I have the power to choose. Even in this moment, while I feel terrible, I can be in control. The only tweaking required is a small change from saying 'I am frustrated' to saying 'I choose to feel frustrated.' And if I have the power to choose being frustrated right now, I also have the power to choose any thing over it, in the same moment." Quickly making a mental note of her list of choices, she affirmed loudly. " I choose to see the funny side of things today - thank goodness for building these cheap and so called un-smart phones that had the strength to bear the brunt of my anger. I choose to laugh at the little boy's innocence or stupidity, whatever you may call it, who truly believed that the phone jumped out of bed. And last but not the least, I choose to laugh at myself for failing at anger management so utterly badly."
So, Are you sad? Or do you choose to be sad? Can you choose to not choose that and choose instead to be happy? Oh! So many wonderful choices to choose from. Only if we had chosen to recognize that earlier.
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