I’m going to ramble a bit, just a pre-warning. If you still want to read, I recommend having a cup of whatever your heart desires and why not put your feet up while you’re at it. Here it goes.


My topic today is: The balance between being diplomatic or allowing emotions to do a rapid ascent out of my soul, past my lips and completely lose it. The old saying “when it rains it pours” holds little comfort, yet it’s said every time things go wrong. Is it just short for too bad, so sad, suck it up sister? Hmmm, it seems like it. Then there’s “the squeaky wheel gets the grease.” What’s that saying? It’s ok to scream, yell and bitch to get action? Not really my style. Lastly there’s the act of diplomacy. Sometimes that works well. Other times it’s clear that being diplomatic is an open door for people to feel relaxed and not take you seriously.


When things go wrong, and by that I mean your day just became a rollercoaster ride from hell; it’s hard to find the balance between being diplomatic or losing it. You might want to try and restart the day by going back to bed and pretending it’s just a nightmare that doesn’t really exist. But when you open your peepers again, I hate to tell you, it’s all still there. You could cry or scream at the top of your lungs until your neighbour calls 911 and then you have another problem, or you could face it bravely, roll with the punches and put on your best professional attitude. Slap on your diplomatic hat and approach it all in a calm but assertive manner, somewhat robotically proving it affects you but your tough enough to handle it.


There was 48 hours that tested my sanity last week. I probably should have lost it but I didn’t. I weathered the storm. I say that quite proudly. There were periods of brain fog from too much information, lighting strikes that shook my core, it rained stress upon me that could flooded my senses, but I did it. I found some balance between being diplomatic and losing it. There was quiet reflection, action and even some laughs. Huh, sometimes I amaze myself. Though I thought the days that followed would be the aftermath, it’s was instead, a positive flurry of positive activity resulting from my how I handled it all.


Now looking back and sharing my experience with others, it seemed there was a lot of crazy going around that week for everyone. Something to do with the moon maybe? We’re still here, so that’s all that matters. I hope if you had one of those weeks too, you can pat yourself on the back for finding the balance and weathering the storm. In my effort for positive thinking, I predict the forecast this week to be sunny, with a chance of laughs and lots of smiles. Too goofy? Well, you get the gist.

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“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, “I will try again tomorrow.” — Mary Anne Radmacher