I was perplexed at a friend’s reaction earlier this week. She lost an inexpensive camera that was old, but she had enough money to buy a new one right away. However, she said that she cried all day over this. Her reaction seemed extreme for the loss of a ‘thing’.
Then I had to go to the mechanic on Friday and in my rush to get out of work on time, I left my wallet at work. This had me anxious and nearly in tears. Everyone at the auto shop was very nice about it. I am, after all a returning customer.
And I knew right away where it must be. I know that I am always very tired by the end of the week. Lately, often become inordinately upset over seemingly little things. Over past several years, I have had to deal with so many big crises in dealing with my mother’s—and now my brother’s—health issues, and to be reasonably calm, cool and rational for their sakes, while doing so.
In thinking about it, I have come to the conclusion that, it’s the little things that push me over the edge. I think some part of me says I shouldn’t have to deal with the ‘normal’ annoyances of life when I am handling so much more. Maybe I am on emotional overload by the end of the week. Or maybe it’s just ‘safe’ to let go when dealing with something that is not life threatening.
This put a different perspective on my friend’s reaction. I am still learning, trying to learn, how to take a deep breath and put things in perspective.
