…That sometimes you’ve just got to be a bitch?
Sometimes karma is overrated.
There is a lot to say for living a life handling the world around you with the best intentions. It’s a challenge and a daily maze through the negatives that potentially surround us. Granted… some days the maze is very clearly marked… and I am able to sail effortlessly through to whatever destinations I have in mind. Some days I am oblivious to the naysayers, anger, discontent, boredom and vanities that mark so much of the environment around us. And although that itself sounds like a negative, I would suggest it is merely a reality… coupled, of course, with the alternate and far more prevalent positive environment that surrounds us as well.
The question that we confront in our daily lives is in which existence we want to join. Some days the question may be asked on several occasions. Other days it is a simple choice… be it one of a foul mood or a very happy aura. Most of my moods are a product of habit and environment. I have already determined that I am an empath so the trick to learning how to be in a “better” place is within knowing when the environment is not necessarily going to work in your best interests. Should you leave, change the tone of the room or try and become hyper aware that there is a very strong possibility that you are going to start complaining about something or snapping at someone in the very near future.
We all know how well that works, right?
Then there is karma. God bless karma. It really isn’t pretty when your karma isn’t good. The very thought of what comes around goes around has had me looking suspiciously around corners in my past life wondering what evil might jump out and scream at me. Ok… that’s a bit of an exaggeration. Most of my bad karma came in the form of self-hatred. Fortunately I have learned over the years that is highly unproductive and not much fun for others who you may actually want to have around you.
But is karma that fickle? If I give someone the finger while I am driving (note: I have not done this in a very long time… true habit changing involved) will this automatically turn around to a similar symbol of angst and steam release? Probably…. maybe…. but let’s face it… is there some sort of supreme being up there in the sky keeping score? Are you?
I know who I want to be on a day to day basis. It boils down to who I am most comfortable with. When I am in a good space I am going to be comfortable and patient with the world around me and the people in it. People will always be on another plane of existence but their moods, personalities, attitudes and gestures are not only none of my business… they really have nothing whatsoever to do with me either.
So every now and again I like to be a bitch.
Consider careful, however, how this is to take place. It is a plan to let off a little steam and play with the world. My suggestion is to do it in a place where it is not going to cause you grief or count against you in a performance review. I would also suggest not taking yourself too seriously. When being a bitch is coupled with angry indignation you will run the risk of sounding as silly or sublime as some of the screamers out there yelling about death panels (ohhh a political dig… that was fun!!) Being a bitch should be as fun as it sounds… and harmless towards the subject or subjects. It is important to remember that you cannot control how others will react… but when and if they do decide to give it to you tenfold you might want to remember the first rules stated a few moments ago… words can be very strong and meaningful but it is our reactions that spell the consequence to anything we experience.
Now… once you’ve had your little bitch session it is time to stop. Have you gotten that out of your system? Do you feel better? Are you smiling and ready for another karmic filled day or are you bent out of shape because someone just screamed that you were a liberal loonie?
Relax. It isn’t about you…. you bitch.
Be Happy. Be Well. Be.