Spring? Well, not quite so quick. We were hit (Northeast) with quite a storm yesterday. Outside of my home, we saw at least 15 inches of wet soggy snow. The good news was the view. It was spectacular with trees coated with white frosting and limbs being bent by the weight of the fallen snow. Perhaps spring is a ways off (another storm is due this weekend) but we know the change to spring is not that far away.
There is an old adage here in New England and that is if you wait and look at the window the weather will change. I can remember as a child how inaccurate weather forecasts were. However, with the weather satellites and computers today, just about every breeze that passes by is followed with extreme accuracy. I was with a group of friends the other night and the conversation switched to the weather and the upcoming storm. She had just moved here from the midwest where I guess according to her the weather forecasting is hit or miss. She started talking about how different it was here in that the forecasters are accurate to the minute with their predictions. She commented on how the forecast was to have snow begin around 2 pm and as she said, “by golly, they hit it right on the mark.” The snow started at 2 pm.
We don’t worry too much about snow around here because the roads are usually cleared by the time the storm ends which I know is very different from other parts of the country. I had a commitment last evening and found the roads cleared and safe. That’s one of the beauties in living here. Decades ago when I was in college at The Ohio State University in Columbus, Ohio I can remember vividly how the snow was just plowed to the middle of the road and left to melt by spring. If that was true here we would not be able to leave our homes until late spring. I’m sure today that has changed also like most things.
I’ve lived in most parts of this beautiful country of our and have found it very easy to accommodate the local weather. Many people complain about the winter snows or the summer heat but no matter what or where you are if you look closely you will notice the beauty in each season.
It seems that the expectations we place on not only ourselves but on everyone from weathermen/women, police officers, politicians, schools, etc. seem to be increasing each year. We somehow have lost our personal responsibilities to someone else. Most of the time we just don’t know who that is so we not only get angry at ourselves but also show anger toward some unknown quantity.
Somehow we need to see how expectations begin a process of separation, pain, and frustration. Expectations can be the beginning of sadness and depression. If asked, a patient who has expectations and is acting out in most cases does not really know what they are angry at or angry for some reason they can’t pinpoint. But if they could they would see that most of the pain from expectations come from within themselves, not from the outside.
The strange part is how quickly the frustration from one’s expectations can be stopped or eliminated when responsibility for the pain is realized. If the person is capable of seeing themselves as the source of their frustration simply because they had expectations, the pain, sorrow, and discomfort will dissipate as fast as the came into being.
The next time you feel frustrated or upset about one thing or another, take a few minutes to explore the source of your frustration. Ask yourself the old reporter’s questions of what, where, how, and why. You will amaze yourself with how many times you will find yourself in the middle of the problem. Once known, you can remove the pain and begin again.
Frustration like happiness is not an outside job. The sources of both can be found between your own ears where the cure is awareness, self-education and the allowing of moments to listen to the whispers of your soul for the answers you so painfully are seeking.
I wish you a pain-free, frustrating free, and wonderful day.