On Being Human
A little on being human and owning your shit…
Context: I’m not having a great week…not feeling like the shiniest version of myself these days (my former students will smile at that part).
Situation: I go to the post office this morning to mail off some things. One of the items is fragile. The woman waiting on me suggests I use a different packaging option than the bubble-wrap mailer I used and already addressed. She says that 70-pound boxes could be stacked on top and that I might want to use a box so my package doesn’t get damaged.
My reaction: I get frustrated. I audibly sigh (and I HATE sighing). I stomp over to the shipping box options. I’m snippy with her as she is trying to HELP me. I reluctantly take a box down from the shelving and stomp back over to her counter. I start addressing the box, sighing a bit more. And then it hits me.
Aha: I’m being an asshole to her. And my asshole-ness has nothing to do with her and everything to do with me.
My response: I stop writing the address. Look up and into this woman’s eyes and say, “I’m sorry. I’m not upset with you. I’m not in a good mood and I got snippy with you. I’m really sorry. I know you are trying to help me.”
Her response: “Thank you. And I understand.”
We went on to have a nice conversation. As two human beings. As two people in an ordinary situation that could have left us both feeling pretty crappy. And instead, I worked to pause, take a breath, and own my shit.
Here’s to being human and catching ourselves in it so we can respond and not react. Big love to you, friends. xoxo
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