Shut-Up Already!
I spent a lot of my work time driving today. It was a crisp, clear day with a bright sun shining in my face as I drove. I kept moving the visor to keep the sun off my face as I drove, and I thought way too much. Howard Stern was in repeats. I couldn't listen to sports radio because all they were talking about was Madonna's boyfriend, and I just didn't have the heart for Bruce today.
So I fiddled with the radio, struggled to keep my mind focused on my work, and contemplated the sadness that comes with having a family member in the ICU unit. Moment after moment, I considered how sad I felt, and considering that I'm not one to dwell on sadness, I began telling my stupid mind to shut-up and leave me alone.
When Jake was sick a wise friend of mine told me that I needed to chase all negative thoughts with a prayer, and that I needed to focus my energies in a positive manner. It's sound advice and they are words that I've taken to heart. Usually it works. Today, though, I was telling myself to shut the --- up.
Perhaps its fatigue settling in - so instead, I went to the local radio - the news station was speaking of the plane crash - too sad - so I went to the local sports - and they were talking about Marshawn Lynch, the millionaire idiot who runs with a piece of pigskin. Seems like he got in trouble again.
Finally! I had a reason to laugh! Here's a man who should be holding life by the scruff of the neck. He's a millionaire who doesn't have anything to do until August or September, and then he only works for three hours per day, 16 times a year. All he has to do the rest of the time is keep himself out of trouble and stay in shape. He couldn't do it!
Yet I couldn't revel in the news of his arrest all day long - I switched to the national news and the still spiraling economy.
Please shut-up.
And get that sun out of my face!
I'll feel better tomorrow, I promise.
So I fiddled with the radio, struggled to keep my mind focused on my work, and contemplated the sadness that comes with having a family member in the ICU unit. Moment after moment, I considered how sad I felt, and considering that I'm not one to dwell on sadness, I began telling my stupid mind to shut-up and leave me alone.
When Jake was sick a wise friend of mine told me that I needed to chase all negative thoughts with a prayer, and that I needed to focus my energies in a positive manner. It's sound advice and they are words that I've taken to heart. Usually it works. Today, though, I was telling myself to shut the --- up.
Perhaps its fatigue settling in - so instead, I went to the local radio - the news station was speaking of the plane crash - too sad - so I went to the local sports - and they were talking about Marshawn Lynch, the millionaire idiot who runs with a piece of pigskin. Seems like he got in trouble again.
Finally! I had a reason to laugh! Here's a man who should be holding life by the scruff of the neck. He's a millionaire who doesn't have anything to do until August or September, and then he only works for three hours per day, 16 times a year. All he has to do the rest of the time is keep himself out of trouble and stay in shape. He couldn't do it!
Yet I couldn't revel in the news of his arrest all day long - I switched to the national news and the still spiraling economy.
Please shut-up.
And get that sun out of my face!
I'll feel better tomorrow, I promise.
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