If you don't read Pioneer Woman's blog, you should start. Right now. With this post. PW makes me want to drive approximately 8 hours north and hang out on their ranch. Hopefully with an invitation. To ride in the Suburban with she and Charlie. To go horse back riding with MM and Cowboy Josh. To discuss the pros and cons of ITEs versus BTEs with Cowboy Josh - hey, you can take the audiologist out of Texas, but you can't take the audiologist out of me. Isn't that how it goes? Anyway, I want the punks to show me the ropes. I do not want to be hazed by Pesky Tim, but would love to meet Missy.
Much like PW's Sunday afternoon game of "Beat the Baptists", I play a continual game of "Beat Everybody...Even if it's Not Important". At least I'm not narrowing the field by picking one religious affiliation. That would actually make me a better person than I am. When I go to the grocery store, I am convinced that whoever walks through the door in front of me is going to buy every last bit of every last thing I need to buy. Why that would occur without a nuclear meltdown somewhere in the world I cannot imagine. When I drive to work, I need to not let the guy next to me pass me. Because when he drives on the road he then owns it? When I approach a check-out line in a store, I might get in a huff because a random woman got in front of me. Will her purchase cause the store to throw up their collective hands and declare themselves closed? I may have reached a whole new level of ludicrous.
My memory of my grandfather is of him sitting backwards on a kitchen chair in the hall between the kitchen and living room, drinking a beer and shouting at the TV in a gridiron induced fit. This story is supposed to serve the purpose of showing you that my competitive nature comes from my genes. Yes, that must be it. Or maybe not. Exhibit A in denial of such genetic structure would be my dad - the most non-competitive, happy, funny man I know. This is an aspect of myself that I want to change. I don't like myself very much when this happens and I can recognize how ridiculous I'm being. But taking the initiative to change my reactions is difficult. Hard work awaits me.
How have y'all (the approximate 5 of you who read this) changed a less than attractive habit?
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I spent like 3 hours reading the PW's website once - I am obviously a stalker in love! :)
ReplyDeleteAs for bad habits - oh don't even get me started! :)
I do a lot of nervous behavior like rub my feet together in bed to feel comforted (it sounds weird when I'm typing it but it's not - okay maybe it is). I think the best way to address the underlying factor and the other part, when you figure out what's behind it, will work itself out. I don't feel so anxious as much anymore.
Oliepants, as I sit here I realize I am rubbing the toes of one foot along the ball of my other foot, so we both have nervous feet!
ReplyDeleteThanks for letting me know I'm not alone on this!
I would say my worst habit was self-righteousness. I had to go through a very humbling experience to change that one. I wouldn't recommend it.
ReplyDeleteThe one I'm working on now is my lack of patience. It's not fair for me to think that my time would be important to anyone else.
So I do a lot of thinking. I try to take myself out of the equation, realizing that whatever or whomever I may be impatient with has their own set of values and virtues that may cause them to be impatient with me.
Or I put it in perspective. Maybe I wouldn't be so impatient if I wasn't late to begin with, and that's my fault.
It's been a very slow change, but it's something I think about every day. Baby steps.
Awn, thank YOU for telling me I'm not alone in this! :)
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