Friday, December 4, 2009
The Big O
I'm talking about obligations. The O that rears its ugly head at this time of year and makes me do things like cry out in pain, cook overly large poultry and take multiple tuxedos to the cleaners. What is difficult to remember when I'm standing in the kitchen for 4 hours making a Norwegian holiday treat that only I know how to make, or when I'm standing in line at Kohl's because they're having the Biggest Sale of the Season, or when I'm readying our home for yet another round of company, is that it's all about perspective. When all I see looming over me are obligations that big O can be obnoxious. Overwhelming. But when my super powers are serving me well, I can see those obligations as opportunities. And that's what happened yesterday.
I had the opportunity to have 4 hours to myself yesterday morning while I mixed, rolled, grilled and assembled the obligatory Scandinavian treat. I played holiday music too loud and did some shamelessly bad, braless dancing while I waved my lefse sticks in the air. My obligations last week had me standing in line at Kohl's? Opportunity? One word. Kegels. No thirtysomething women ever wants to miss that opportunity. Tonight after my children go to bed I'll be vacuuming again in preparation for the cocktail party we're having. I'm actually looking forward to taking the time to enjoy how beautiful my home looks when its decorated for the holidays and will remember that it is nice to have people who want to be in my home with me.
Event + Response = Outcome
Math is not my gift, but this equation has the perfect solution. I can't change the event, but I can alter my response. Seeing obligations as opportunities. Shifting my response so I can change the outcome. That's a Big O I'll grab hold of every time.