Yesterday I had a meltdown. You know, one of those episodes
where some small irritation builds upon another and/or another and suddenly you
find yourself simultaneously crying, screaming expletives, and battering whatever
inanimate object is nearby. But was that the end of it? Oh no. I then stomped around
for a while acting like a total witch, trying to calm myself down and in the
process making sure that my poor husband knew just how miserable I was. Because
we all know that a good meltdown requires some poor sympathetic soul to help
pick up the pieces afterward. It wasn’t pretty. I wasn’t pretty. And it was certainly
not mermaid-worthy behavior.
Thankfully my tantrum was relatively short-lived, I didn’t
break anything, and my marriage is still intact. By the time I poured a medicinal
glass of wine I was almost, but not quite, feeling rather foolish. And this
morning I have recovered enough to admit the error of my ways.
So, I now have another addition to my list of reasons to be
a mermaid. Mermaids don’t melt. Instead of becoming a puddled mess they simply
swim through the beautiful seas of life. A mermaid isn’t stressed or cranky, and
even if she lives among crabs, she is never crabby herself. She certainly never
resembles the Wicked Witch of the West.
Having not yet achieved full mermaid status, I know a promise
to never melt again is a promise broken. Someone or some thing will invariably
dash water on my day and wreck my normally sunny disposition. But, I'm really going to try to be more channeling of my inner mermaid. I am however, a work in process.
Enjoy this short video clip from The Wizard of Oz - a true meltdown.
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