“I’d like to build the world a home and furnish it with love, grow apple trees and honey bees
and snow white turtle doves…”
and snow white turtle doves…”
I’ve declared a personal year of Jubilee but the world and I have not joined hands in a dance through the meadows yet. Not everyone is handing me daisies. I’ve come to the realization that I am going to have to learn how to dance with a few gremlins, hob goblins and kill joys or this is going to be a very short year.
I’m starting to get the hang of this monster mash. It’s not exactly like a waltz. It’s more like the hokey pokey – you put your right foot in, you take your right foot out.
It’s a little herky jerky but releasing ‘frenemies’ from my expectations has allowed me to synch up to their rhythms a lot easier. That means, of course, that we are no longer following my carefully planned and may I add superior choreography, but hey we are bobbing along just the same! Not accepting their expectations allows me to sit out a dance from time to time as well. It’s not perfect but it’s working a lot better than I expected.
This week a friend shared their frustration with a difficult co-worker. I mentioned the obvious; they probably aren’t going to change. My friend launched with zeal into all the reasons why this person should change, and how wrong it was for them not to change, and I realized I could be looking in a mirror. I’ve probably said all those same things a hundred times. And I’m pretty sure I’ve been right but it’s irrelevant. Nobody changes because I think they should. I’m just not that magical but on the other hand, I’m getting better at the two-step!
