Why you should never go to bed Angry

I have had a couple of hard lessons learned days.  I know that good will always come of our mistakes, but sometimes it is just like “Come ON Cat?!  Not again!”  Well yesterday, I woke up in a ball fire of fury…lesson 1, do not go to bed angry, even if YOU are the one that misconstrued everything.  I blew up (I mean so embarrassed, mortified, and all because I said some pretty hurtful things).  This sleep text conversation occurred at 6am.  Who does that?  A girl who went to bed angry because she is hurt and has “clammed up” again.

When I clam up, I am almost as bad as an insecure little school girl!  I start assuming, making these elaborate false stories up in my head, jumping to conclusions, and over all not being my confident self as I revert back to process mode of all the wrong things.  This friend I blew up on had a valid point…I seem to focus on how I can help or figure out others to avoid addressing my own down falls.  I do a lot of processing of my own problems, but apparently he didn’t feel like that was where my heart was.  He was exactly right…again.  I sucked it up and immediately felt the guilt of shame and that I was the one in the wrong.  Well the thing is maybe in some regard I was out of line, but I learned a lot from it.  Needless to say I immediately drafted an email.

I recognize in myself that when I get stressed out, I react and spaz out.  I get this honestly.  This has been the task at hand most recently as this situation is similar to two others I have faced.  One where I blew up on someone, another where they blew up on me, and reverting back to the first one a great apology.  I need to be patient with myself.  I knew I needed to apologize as I hit a nerve.  I said way too much in my draft so I let it lie and focused much energy back on my work.  That helped clear my head.  It didn’t help that I started yesterday off with a migraine either.  I was still hurting.  The hurt caused by this one person is such that I can only describe it like having an ulcer on your heart.  It is deep and consistent.  I have been praying for healing.

I listened to my gut then started again…uttering those humble words of “I’m sorry”…simply stated.  I ramble when I don’t simply speak.  Not good.  Well, even though I sent an apology via email, tried calling, and even texted an “I’m sorry” note to him…it was no use.  I spent a Holy Hour (http://www.catholic-church.org/kuwait/eucharistic_adoration.htm) over lunch and I felt so much better.  I always do.  Just an hour of silence and beauty to gain insight and composure.  I felt as though a few things there were confirmed: 1. Trust in God as He will bring so much good out of this blurp.  2. He needed to hear what you had to say this morning.  He needed to see you spaz out.  He needed to see you at your worst…God used me to be the deliverer.  3.  I need to have more patience with myself as living life is a series of lessons and perfecting.  4.  I have now identified the source as this little ulcer on my heart that he caused that needs addressed and healed.  That is another great affirmation for me.  The anger was driven from this point of hurt…the anger slipped out…but now I can mend the wound and use this situation as a building block for a stronger foundation.  Everything happens for a reason whether that is known or not.

It is hard and those challenging days are the worst when we don’t decide to pick ourself up from all fours and we have to crawl back to standing position. We fall flat on our face, humiliated…discouraged as we are there is always up!  I felt so humiliated that I conducted myself in such a manner.  Who was I to have done that?  Well, we are only human!

We have all been there. http://www.unscriptedlife.com/index.php/blog/extraordinary-faith/241-falling-on-my-knees.html

 

Grass and cement burns on my knees, ego which was definitely in check (now), and a realization that was priceless in this journey to get my emotions in check, have a deeper better relationship with my friend and my lessons are learned.

Seeds planted.  Moving on…..today will be a better day!

For your listening pleasure:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdIvFxu9jJQ&feature=related 

❤ CatMan

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Dream Interpretation….

I have been a little stressed lately.  My dreams have been reflecting them I am afraid.  Last night, I had a crazy dream that I was going to a faucet and I was getting a glass of water and I urinated on myself (i know gross right??) but instead of getting embarrassed that someone might have seen I just poured a glass of water on myself and laughed “ooops silly me!”

In looking up my dream interpretation this made the most sense: “…To dream that you are urinating, symbolizes a cleansing and a release of negative or repressed emotions. Depending on your dream context, urination is symbolic of having or lacking basic control of your life. You are literally “pissed off” and not expressing yourself in a positive or constructive manner.”  BINGO!  What do I do now to fix that?

Instead of getting “pissed off”, I need to positively deal with them thru therapeutic acts.  Right now, I am listening to 80’s music.  I am trying to let go of the awful situations I cannot change thru singing.  Does it help?  Um…maybe?  But not even Billy Joel could cure this one…I can’t really sing so I feel bad for the other’s in the office.  Do I care?  No!   Maybe I will paint more?  Maybe…but that costs a lot of money sometimes…MAYBE I COULD pick up a hobby!  YES!…but which one?   Maybe I could just laugh?

After today, I might just be insane.  Might as well throw my scissors into the hallway.  I am tired, frustrated but not quite defeated yet.  I am discouraged, but not defeated.  I think I will choose laughter as my therapy at this point in my day.  Stay tuned….

My kind of Therapy! Laughing with a full heart 🙂

Maybe I am getting frustrated because I am in the process of learning how to transform the ugly negative in my life into light and love but I AM NOT THERE YET! What a transformation of patience (that much like singing–I don’t have that one either!)  One of these days I will get there…Promise!