Automated Call Centers!!!

The rage I experience when dealing with automated call centers is un-chartable.
Testing the growth and knowledge from every inspirational book and zen–yoga–mind–body–soul practice I’ve ever encountered.
There is no breath deep enough to help me move past the faux-human MONSTER that refuses to have a conversation with me;
No, I don’t want to press one––and thank you for pressing every boundary I’ve attempted to create, so as to stay in a happy place.

When You're Annoyed...

You have two options:
Do something about it.
Or
Sit and complain.
Right now I'm enjoying what I call the "stewing" process––where I let the issue build up until I have to "do something about it."

The Beauty of Aging

When people would piss me off in my twenties;
I reacted instantly with a sharp tongue that was more emotionally damaging than a brutal attack in a lions cage at a zoo.
When people piss me off in my thirties;
I take a deep breath, and decide if I want to invest the emotionally energy in giving a shit about their sad pathetic insecurities.  Then I calmly respond with one short sentence:
I'm sorry you feel that way, I disagree with your stance so let's call it a tie.

Forced Relaxation

I always feel guilty taking time off-
My soul wants to create,
My brain wants a challenge,
My OCD wants to take action,
But my heart NEEDS time: with my family, friends and myself.
I need to calm my thoughts, fears and desires, and remember how healing it is to sit in stillness and appreciate my surroundings.
Enlightenment comes through meditation.

Note To Self: Rage

Rage doesn't change the situation-
It does lead to unnecessary stress headaches, high blood pressure and illness.
Release the shit and move on.
I can't change the situation, but I can remove myself from it!

Shitty Days Suck.

Sometimes you're up.
Sometimes you're down.
Life is funny like this...
Release.
Deep breath.
Trust.
Focus on living in the moment.
Even if living in the moment means accepting the fact that you're having a shitty day.
Shitty days suck.
But I guess they're necessary.
At least that's what I'm told.

You Win Some, You Lose Some...

Some days you win-

Some days you lose.

That's life.

I fight like hell to stay focused, calm and positive.

Usually it works,

Today it didn't.

So now, I'm going to dig into a dark chocolate bar,

and pass out on my couch watching trashy TV~

Cheers to tomorrow!

Deep Breaths...

I was a very emotional child. When I was happy I was bouncing off the walls making everyone around me laugh. When I was sad, I was on the floor in tears, rolling around, throwing my head back and forth full of passion. Needless to say, my future as a performer was destine!
The emotion that I had the least control over was my RAGE. I can still hear my dad saying, "Deep breaths Matthewson..." Mocking the ever popular movie of the time, The Karate Kid. My dad thought he was being funny, but all it would do is send me into a deeper state of RRRRRAAAAAGGGGEEEE!
Nevertheless, his intentions were good. He wanted me to practice gaining control of my breath. Taking a minute to step away from the action causing the rage, and breathing in and releasing it! My dad was a Yogi twenty years before yoga was a way of life for mainstream America.
Now, as an adult, I'm happy to report that I have my emotions a bit more in check. I still experience the feelings that could send me in a downward spiral of mass destruction, however now- I practice the breath!
Today I woke up in a mediocre mood. I wanted to accomplish too much, too fast. And when it blew up in my face, all I could do is sit in anger.
Not wanting to waste a perfectly good day off, I decided to go to yoga. It was tough at first to release the nasty energy that was forcing itself into my heart, thankfully the yogi played some kick ass music, and once I focused on the breath, my fears and anger melted away.
Wanting to stay in this somewhat meditative state, even after my yoga practice ended and life's bitchy little digs were still waiting for me at the door, I decided to go right back into my breath.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Deep Breath in. Deep breath out.
When I opened my eyes, I was calm again. Too bad the costumers in the Trader Joe's produce aisle were all raging because I was blocking the fresh spinach.
Oh well, I guess some people just aren't in tune with their inner peace.