Sweating The Small Stuff.
I'm not entirely sure why the small things not only bother me, but so much so that they turn from small into rather large. I largely believe that it is like procrastination; the more you think about it and delay it, the harder it becomes and in turn the angrier you get. As a kid, my parents would designate certain chores for us to do, and in return would pay us some pocket money. They shared the belief with us that money was to be earned, not just handed to us; the same value will be one that I hope to instill in my children one day. One of these chores was the lawns. Now on more occasions than not, I actually enjoyed doing them. I would put my head phones on, the sun would be shining, I loved the smell of the freshly cut grass, and I was being active-something that I loved to do the most. However it would be the days that I had woken up on the wrong side of the bed and just because I was asked to do them, - I hated being told what to do, the less important it became on my to do list. I would end up winding myself so much up that when I finally succumbed to doing it, I wore a scowl the entire time, the grass pissed me off, the sun pissed me off, and I didn't like the exercise. But once I had finished the job, I couldn't help but think, 'that really wasn't so hard." I know for a fact that even toady, situations like this, happen far too often. Instead of just quickly dealing with it, I hold the hope that perhaps, it will sort itself out, or go away. But as the hands on the clock continue to tick, the harder it becomes to deal with, and let's be honest, aint nobody got time for that.