So, my wonderful coach reminded me yesterday that my vow to make Grinchy dude’s days ahead “a living hell” would come back to bite me in the ass.
I know that.
And the hard part is that when you know it and do it anyway, the bite in the ass is a million times worse.
When I told her that Grinchy dude complains to everyone about everything and that any desk he approaches becomes his ‘Complaint Desk’, she said “that’s all the joy he has in his life – can you feel compassion for someone like that?”
Yes, I can. I don’t want to but I can.
Part of living a conscious life is side-stepping the desire to be a piss-head back. Not only because the ass-bite will be big but because it’s the right thing, turn the other cheek, yada yada.
My coach is right. And while she and I relished the idea of giving him hell, in the long run, it’s not worth what I’d pay in karmic consequence. I’ve got other and better things on which to expend my energy.
I (finally) bought a keyboard (the musical kind) because I’ve wanted one for a while now. I used to plunk around on piano as a kid with lessons from Sister Dorothy (‘young ladies do not have long fingernails’, she’d say to me as she clipped my mini-daggers).
We had an organ in the house because my dad loved to play but he said if I didn’t practice more, he’d give it away. I didn’t and he did. Which always puzzled me because he was the one who played it most so why give away something you liked? (My dad was an interesting fellow who did things without much rhyme or reason to the ladies of the house.)
Anyway, I mostly just want to practice and see where it takes me. Hopefully, the spirit of Sister Dorothy won’t haunt me about my fingernails because they are nice, yo!