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“Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm”

As a Type A personality I struggle daily with frustration and anxiety. Rigidity of thought is one of the contributing factors to this problem, and it is a problem. The high levels of anxiety and frustration that worked to keep me focused when I was younger now can lead me to a heart attack and even death. I frustrate myself because with rigid thinking I can't always let go and move past an issue. That alone can affect every thing I do and say. Which of course makes it worse.
For instance, I HATE housework. I do it, grudgingly and while groaning and mumbling through the whole experience. I also don't do as thorough a job as often as I should. Old "lick and a promise" Sherry, has a home that is too cluttered most of the time to do just a lick and a promise. By the time I've been doing something for a bit I have managed to frustrate myself to the point of smashing something simply because Hubby left a battery that he brought in to charge up lying on the dining room table. With the charger still hooked up to the electrical outlet and sitting on the floor. To other people these are minor annoyances, to me, because I hate doing the housework these are grounds for murder. Ok, so maybe I'm exaggerating, but that's the nature of a Type A personality, frustrations get exaggerated. They become mountains when they really are only molehills.
Since I do hate housework I am always very pleased with myself when I work my way through a thorough cleaning. This will take all day and before I am able to relax and take a breather, Hubby will be home. That's not so bad except he will track mud across the freshly cleaned floor, or drop his hat and coat on the floor rather than hang it up on the coatrack right next to him. I just spent all day doing something I Hate to do, got it looking in a way that I was proud of myself, and now he ruined it. Guess who starts yelling? This yelling at him means he will leave his coat and hat right there. The easy way would be for me to pick up the coat and hat and hang it up, or wait the 5 minutes it takes him to do it. Did I do it the easy way? Nope, guess whose bloodpressure is now climbing up the chart? For me this is an opportunity to learn better ways to handle, if not alleviate my frustrations.
During the winter months Hubby has to bring tools and other things inside to maintain them. He doesn't always take them back out immediately. This should not be a problem for me and it is. I use them as an excuse to get out of doing something I hate doing to start out with. As if that isn't bad enough I get angry at me for doing that. When I get angry and don't want to fight, I eat. All the wrong things. I don't communicate well when I'm angry, so the situation never gets rectified, because I'm not saying anything he'll listen to.
Today I didn't use the air compressor, the battery charger or the drill as an excuse not to do something. I just moved everything to one spot and cleaned everything around it. When he comes home tonight I will not explode because he dropped his things on my nice clean floor, because until the things are removed I won't do a good mopping. Enough, but not as thorough as needs doing. Traffic areas only today. Tonight I will ask him if he will move the things out with him to his equipment van in the morning so I can mop the whole floor. At least, this time, the stress has been avoided. I wonder if I could learn to love housework through meditation?