“Sometimes things don’t go according to plan through no fault of your own. The power goes out. The traffic accident you couldn’t predict. The last-minute family emergency. The non-StoryAthlete is quick to blame, point fingers, and curse the heavens. But the StoryAthlete keeps his cool. Steps up to the juke box like the Fonz, gives it an authoritative bump, and gets the music playing again. Ehhhhhhhhhh!”
Composure. That attribute that ‘mature’ people have.
Today, for the first time I started seeing ads online for ‘dresses for mature women’, and ‘dresses for women in their 50’s’. I thought, “Whoa! Google algorithm is wrong this time. Ha ha, Google, joke’s on you – I’m only 48!” Then, it dawned on me, “wait a minute, Okay, that IS close to 50.” Thanks a lot, Google.
So I guess I am officially a grown up and have been for quite awhile. Therefore, I should be someone who maintains my composure in challenging situations.
But I have to admit that on Friday I cried right there in the Bexar County Clerk Office in front of half a dozen people. I didn’t do it to be manipulative, I truly came to the end of my rope and I was so stressed out, I just lost it. But it got results – the lady who just moments before had been cold-hearted and firm that she could not help me at all became helpful.
When I get too stressed out, I am one of those people who needs a few minutes. I will either shed tears or get angry or both. Tears are a wonderful outlet, and I’m not ashamed to shed a few.
Then I wipe them away, rise up, and get back to troubleshooting and doing whatever has to be done.
These days, the world could use people with more composure, to lend a little more sanity to an increasing insane world. I aim to be one of those people (composed, not insane!)