A couple of things that happened today–
Miss Sophie is a picky pooper. I don’t mean to offend, but there’s just no other way to put it. She will not go in our yard. And she is very sensitive about where she will go. It takes quite a bit of sniffing and turning around and sniffing some more and sometimes, even when you think “YES! Finally!” she turns around and walks away from that very spot that once seemed so perfect.
Some days it takes a really long time.
(Yeah, she’s quirky like the rest of the folks around here. We’ve decided to find it endearing.)
Some time around the middle of the day, I got an email from Pinterest. From PINTEREST. Writing to me. I just knew it was to congratulate me for pinning all the things, and that although my pins were the most fabulous, I had exceeded the limit of pinning without actually attempting to do/make/create one of them.
It was to let me know that they’d had to delete one of my pins. It had to do with the creator of the picture not wanting it pinned again and again and again. It was a recipe for a special blend of essential oils to help with injuries.
Eh. *shrugs* Okay.
I was afraid it was one of the one of a kind crochet patterns I pinned that I am sure I will BEGIN WORKING ON TOMORROW forthwith.
The nice thing was how kind the email was. Pinterest kept assuring me that it had nothing to do with me or anything I’d done. It was all about the originator deciding they didn’t want their information out there. But they wanted me to know in no uncertain terms that I had done NOTHING wrong.
Well, that’s a huge relief.
And it really was. It was so nice to be assured that while something I did had to be affected, it wasn’t my fault. And they went to such trouble and used such nice words to make sure I knew that.
These two totally unrelated stories have come together for me tonight to remind me of this–
We all have things–anger, impatience, frustration, sadness, pain, anxiety, fear among others–that needs to come out or we will go mad and become ill. It just has to. But instead of letting it fall wherever, we need to be deliberate about who we share it with and how. All of our woes and worries matter, but we don’t need to let them fester to the point of blowing up and out at folks. Be particular, find a good friend or trusted family member and share your stuff. Perhaps sharing with a compassionate soul and getting it out in the open will help. But if it should happen that you carry it too long, and you blow up at someone, take a lesson from Pinterest. Tell them kindly it had nothing to do with them. Apologize. And use kind words. It does a world of wonders, y’all.
We all have messes and issues and troubles and woes. May we all be as particular as Miss Sophie and as kind as Pinterest when we become overwhelmed by our own troubles and that stuff starts coming out.
Love to all.