Walking on eggshells…

My curiosity is venturing out here, kind of teetering on a limb, with this heated question. During a given week, how many of you have had encounters with difficult people? The choices vary, a relative, client or coworker, each one can create a state of chronic, low-level dread. Correct? Unlike a minor confrontation, the predictability of encounters like this too often leads to emotional fatigue where you don some mental body armor, anticipating the next conflict. Sound familiar?

These frequent, high-conflict encounters often trigger a “fight-or-flight” response which leads to a release of stress hormones like cortisol. The result can impact both your health and well-being. We find the need to constantly monitor our behaviors, almost always walking on eggshells, in order to avoid any triggers to a given situation which is pretty damn exhausting. Unfortunately, when that difficult person is often belittling or critical (sometimes both) it takes a toll on your self-esteem.

I think that most of us know that difficult people often fall into patterns of behavior that are hard to change. Whether family, a friend or business client, you often feel like dealing with them is similar to a roller coaster, alternating between periods of calm and periods of intense conflict. Then there is the tendency of that other person to always deny responsibility and deflect their frustration onto others with no clear understanding of how their actions affect others. Dealing with someone who consistently questions work, constantly finds unecessary faults, imposes undue stress and is demonstrative of micromanagement at its worst! Of course, it’s all about control, a huge factor as well in that boundaries are constantly pushed to see how much control they hold over others.

What to do, what to do? Well, if you cannot avoid that difficult person, you need to change your approach with managing any interaction. Just for shits and giggles, become uninteresting, like a grey rock. Keep your responses short, very factual and totally unemotional; this denies that person the drama, emotional reaction, or baiting, they’re likely seeking. Emphasise that you’re open to a particular discussion but you refuse to be spoken to in an adverse manner. Keep conversations focused and short and, when completely necessary, especially in a work environment, keep a log of conversations while reminding yourself that the behaviors they demonstrate is a solid reflection of their overwhelming insecurities and issues, not yours! The end result is never to change them but to change your reaction to them! The important thing to do is focusing on minimizing the damage that a difficult person is capable of and what they can do to any given encounter and your peace of mind.

From the Writer’s Workshop: Write about an encounter with a very difficult person. (Hard to write about just one, there are so, so, many!)

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Later is now…

Along with my first cup of coffee, daily stresses and worries set in; I think about them for a bit, a bit longer, and end up carrying them with me all day long. I do my best to let go of this baggage and focus on things positive, like family; grateful that they are here and reminders that they represent life’s beginnings and love which will never end.

My focus turns to doing whatever I can to help others and reap the heartwarming rewards of seeing their emotions; I remind myself to use the talents I have and not allow others to minimize my capabilities.

In all which surrounds me, memories are tucked away; things forgotten by my family, a few things they no longer need but things I hold on to. Shells gathered at a beach, pictures drawn by my children and grandchildren, a few drops of a perfume once worn by my mother.

So many pleasantries to think about but, for now, the overwhelming fear of the unknown, all that’s so uncertain and so much which needs to be done takes center stage in my mind; it may be too late to be more, to do more, in this lifetime.

I’ll get back to whatever my happy place is, later.

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop: Write a blog post in exactly 7 lines. Write a blog post that ends with the word: later.

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We will meet again…

As a six-year-old at that time, I don’t recall too much of Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor’s rise to the throne as Queen of England. That very title conjured up magical thoughts in my young imagination, I mean, what little girl didn’t want to be a princess or queen and rule some mystical kingdom? Thoughts of crowns, precious jewels, magnificent gowns and having people bow in your presence, that was what dreams were made of, without a doubt. 

Years have passed and along with that expanse of time, more of the mystique surrounding the life of royals became more easily understood. At least for me. After all, we are alike in so many ways, at least most of us. Regardless of societal position, where our families are concerned, the similarities are quite the same.

She was about family. Loving, accepting and, at times, overlooking so much of what most families go through. And she did so with much grace and dignity, but I wonder, during those times of family drama, if she ever launched into a “royal meltdown” in private, sheltered from the prying eyes of the outside world. I think that, in some ways, she often turned to her husband with some well-managed frustration over family issues she struggled to mediate or control. 

As news broke of Queen Elizabeth’s passing, the flood of memories and photographs began. Each marked the historical path she walked during her seventy years of service. A true royal, in every sense as well as an incredibly remarkable woman who was cast into the role of Queen at the young age of just 25. She touched so many lives, aside from those standing in the sidelines of royal criticism. Possibly, an element of my British heritage finds me feeling sad over her loss while wondering what direction lies ahead for England under its new king. How many of us could rise to such a challenge as she did, especially given the present-day turmoil affecting this world? 

We shall see. This beloved woman will be a difficult act to follow, she was the queen of many hearts. Now, in some ways, our world has lost its grandmother

God Save the King!

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop… Write a blog post inspired by the word: time.

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