Its a scene most of us have witnessed, a person reacting to a situation in a way that to you seems extreme for the situation. I have stood behind someone thinking, seriously stop freaking out because that person bumped into you! For God sake they didn't see you!
Here is what you don't know, that person unraveling in line has arrived at that point where they feel no one around them sees them...hears them, or frankly gives a damn....it had little if anything to do with the person who accidentally bumped them and everything to do with the baggage they are carrying around in life.
Trigger
noun: A small device that releases a spring or catch and so sets off a mechanism, esp. in order to fire a gun.
verb: Cause (an event or situation) to happen or exist.
Synonym: touch off
Last night I was that person in line unraveling, metaphorically speaking of course. I reacted to being disrespected by someone putting their two cents in where it was not solicited or welcomed in anyway. Last night it became very evident that I was carrying too heavy a load, weighed down by disrespect and lies... years of burdens and secrets I had held onto.
All it took was a little bump...a comment by someone I felt was disrespecting and judging me for something that was never my fault to begin with. Unfortunately, I didn't just set down that load, I in a moment of hurt took the load and hurled it back at the person who had left it for me to carry in the first place, possibly hurting a few spectators. Once again I unleashed truth instead of just letting truth be truth. Do I regret telling the truth... no. Do I regret the way I let that truth out...yes.
I am not perfect. I am navigating this new territory, and I left the high road and crawled through the mud last night. Not the least bit proud of myself today, but I will learn from it and move on a little more each day.
P.S. Yes, Ashlyn is once again running a muck naked as a jay bird. That little streaker is the bright spot in my day.
Here is what you don't know, that person unraveling in line has arrived at that point where they feel no one around them sees them...hears them, or frankly gives a damn....it had little if anything to do with the person who accidentally bumped them and everything to do with the baggage they are carrying around in life.
Trigger
noun: A small device that releases a spring or catch and so sets off a mechanism, esp. in order to fire a gun.
verb: Cause (an event or situation) to happen or exist.
Synonym: touch off
Last night I was that person in line unraveling, metaphorically speaking of course. I reacted to being disrespected by someone putting their two cents in where it was not solicited or welcomed in anyway. Last night it became very evident that I was carrying too heavy a load, weighed down by disrespect and lies... years of burdens and secrets I had held onto.
All it took was a little bump...a comment by someone I felt was disrespecting and judging me for something that was never my fault to begin with. Unfortunately, I didn't just set down that load, I in a moment of hurt took the load and hurled it back at the person who had left it for me to carry in the first place, possibly hurting a few spectators. Once again I unleashed truth instead of just letting truth be truth. Do I regret telling the truth... no. Do I regret the way I let that truth out...yes.
I am not perfect. I am navigating this new territory, and I left the high road and crawled through the mud last night. Not the least bit proud of myself today, but I will learn from it and move on a little more each day.
P.S. Yes, Ashlyn is once again running a muck naked as a jay bird. That little streaker is the bright spot in my day.
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