OK, Kristin, that's now going to be my go-to mantra when I get stressy about my first-world issues.
Speaking of first-world, I have new hair! It's very different.
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OK, Kristin, that's now going to be my go-to mantra when I get stressy about my first-world issues.
Speaking of first-world, I have new hair! It's very different.
I have new hair too! Er, except that it's very much the same.
But my hairdresser either likes me or is REALLY good at her job, because she does an excellent job of convincing me she's interested in what I'm saying every time I go in. Yesterday we talked about plastics, smoking, and paying kids for grades. She could be fascinated, or she could fake really well. Makes me a little nervous.
I'm sorry you are having such a tough day at work, Aimee.
OK, Kristin, that's now going to be my go-to mantra when I get stressy about my first-world issues.
In one of Robert Fulgham's books, he writes of being told by a coworker who was a Holocaust survivor, "Your problem is that you don't know the difference between an inconvenience and a problem." I used to weigh things by that, but haven't thought of it in ages. How spoiled I am.
Speaking of first-world, I have new hair! It's very different.
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I think of the Phoebe line from Friends, which I always remember as being, "Except that was a real problem and this is high-school bullshit!" even though I know that couldn't have been the word.
"Your problem is that you don't know the difference between an inconvenience and a problem."One of my Social Studies teachers in 5th or 6th grade had this thing of learning the difference between "wants" and "needs". It was a rather good lesson, one I still heed to today. It helps with the frugal side of me.
"Your problem is that you don't know the difference between an inconvenience and a problem."
This is huge. I wrote an article recently about how to put out your 'catastro-fires'...based in Albert Ellis' Rational Emotive Therapy. It's so liberating to be able to see the difference between 'it's killing me!' and 'it's uncomfortable.'
I'll have to go back and read some of my Robert Fulghum. I remember loving 'It was on fire when I lay down on it.'
Don't get me wrong--I think we all have a right to our feelings of frustration or anger or grief. It was just a reality check for me, personally. Powerful.
It's just, to have that little anecdote stated with such clarity...normally when I'm confronted with How Much Worse It Could Be, the enormity of the Worse is too much for my little brain to deal with. It's like, when we lived in Romania it was a really really hard winter, and the city was starving. There was a segment on the TV news about how rats had eaten a baby in a cradle. I have no idea if it was true or not (Romanian news tended towards the Weekly World News with comfortable frequency), but it was just one more thing in my day to day existence of people with no heat, no water, no food, no medical care, no hope.
On a lighter note, I've decided that my new hair is Scully hair: [link]
It's totally Scully Hair, and it's fabulous!