Just a fair warning ahead: this post will be very much free flow, unedited and simply thinking out loud in its purest form. Not what I had planned … once again. But I’ll be honest with you: …
I’m frustrated with how my day went. As in: not at all the way I’d intented. The planner in me was this close to freaking out. Okay, internally I wasn’t just this close. It happened. Do I at least get points for not hissing at others?!
I’m frustrated because the post I had originally planned and sitting semi-drafted since Monday [Easy, I’ll have enough tome to finish it until Wednesday night. <- Lesson learned: doubt yourself.] is still not finished and it is Wednesday night.
I’m frustrated because the [metaphorical] shirt I’ve been trying on multiple times during the past time doesn’t fit. It’s been looking freaking awesome on others but it’s not for me.
I’m frustrated finding a parking spot in my street is such a pain. Yes, I realize this – along with a number of other points in this post is a very vain complaint – but I’m sure some of you will agree driving around forever looking for a space after a long day of work is no fun.
I’m frustrated some fun and exciting plans I had in the books for next week were cancelled.
I’m frustrated because my sister just told me she was flying to New York in March and I – won’t. Visiting the US in general and this city in specific has been a dream of mine for-ev-er.
I’m frustrated because I’ve been going through a bar of chocolate in two days for. .. a while already now. Actually, my biggest frustration here might be that stores around seem to have stopped carrying my favourite bar and Lindt has yet to reach out for a sponsorship. Insert me waving at them like a mad woman here.
I’m frustrated an effort I made and set a lot of hope in didn’t work out. And noticing my reaction here brought about some more frustration in itself.
Apparently, I’m on a roll with my frustration and could go on here. But rambling on endlessly with not outcome is not the point of this post. That would be straying too far from myself.
So what is the point of this then? Easy. After I gave myself some time to get made and truly feel that frustration I realized all of these itty little bits of annoyance accumulating all at once were probably meant to be. Meant to make me think. Meant to spark the intense craving for change and …
Frustration is pretty good fuel for change. If we never experience those setbacks, never have to realize things won’t magically work out just because we’d like them to and never have to fight for anything … well, the point where we need to fight will come.
And you know what happened after that major cumulation of frustration [rhyme no intended but appreciated]? Suddenly I found the close-to-perfect parking spot.Not until after I let off steam in a certainly not lady-like way in my car. I might appear more like a kitten than a lioness but I’m pretty fierce at cussing.
I happened upon four last bars of that chocolate
. I decided there had to be a way to get to the US after all [or at least I hope somebody else will have a genius idea on how to make it work].
It’s a start. Now it’s about turning all of the frustration into action. Try harder. Speak my mind. Step out of my comfort zone. Thank goodness for frustration.
Happiness-inducing today: Getting very positive feedback on some of my work. This isn’t meant to brag but we hardly ever get outside feedback on any of our work so somebody walking up to me to say it made.my.day.
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No specific questions. Just whichever thoughts you have on the topic and if you need to let go off some frustration you’ve dealt with lately too: now’s the chance. (: