
It’s been a busy, hot, beautiful summer here in the O.C. And I’ve to accept and admit that I’ve been a bad, bad boy and not blogging. But lately, I can’t seem to tear myself away from the horses. Unfortunately, it hasn’t all been fun and riding. As the first Tuesday of the month has come and gone I’m still deep in thought about a crisis a friend and her family are going through. So much so, it sort of threw me off my ‘First Tuesday of the Month’ schedule:
1) Wake up early (Anytime before noon is early)
2) Jump rope at least 500 times (I swore I’d get to 1000 but five is my lucky number)
3) Dressage training in O.C. (If one must go ’round in circles they may as well be perfect)
4) Pay utility bills (Hmmm, so this is what owning a home feels like)
Normally, number 4 is a real pain in the you-know-what. But when a friend is going through a difficult time, all else seems trivial. Especially when it’s to do with a family member being shunned by those who are supposed to be closest and love unconditionally. As one member of the clan put it, “Do you expect me to tolerate this?”
Having gone through a similar situation, I empathize. It’s never easy when those one loves most and work so hard to gain acceptance from, seemingly turn their back on one they love. But though difficult to do, I learned to first, accept self. Then, I accepted the fact that others, including family, may never like, respect or accept me. At this point in life I’ll pick up the pieces and move on. And to answer the question above, “No, don’t tolerate this.” Accept it or pick up the pieces and move on. To tolerate something or someone will only get on your nerves. And when it comes to the latter, toleration will eventually become too much to bear and erupt in some holier than thou, booze induced sermon during a family gathering; most likely Thanksgiving or Christmas.
Acceptance is starting to look pretty good. And after putting the last stamp on the electricity bill, I realized the pain in my backside came from the fact that there are no seat cushions on the dining room chairs. If one must accept the fact that bills (not just AMEX) must be paid, surely a little shopping trip for some custom cushions is in order. 22 Bond St., here I come! Until then, rather than tolerate that chair, I’ll pick up my bills and move on to the sofa!
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