Don’t let small stuff get to you


How often do you find yourself coming unglued because of situations you weren’t expecting? You know, things like misplaced car keys, kids missing the school bus, traffic, and a nagging headache.

Small events like the aforementioned can drive you crazy if you don’t put them in perspective. However, I have found that most of us – and I’m including myself – find it harder to deal with small inconveniences than bigger problems.

Two days ago, my Internet and email became inaccessible. No, it’s not the end of the world. I tried doing some of the things I recommend to clients, like taking a deep breath.

When my service provider, my initial contact was with a puppet who took me through the voice mail system. That process took at least five minutes, because the puppet must have heard Russian even though I was speaking English. The puppet finally said there was a five-minute wait to talk to a human. I was feeling a little riled, but I took another deep breath and kept waiting.

At long last, I heard a human voice. The gentleman asked me what the problem, was and I carefully explained it. He told me that the issue had been already reported, by a technician who was working on another problem.

I have a very active imagination, so I started think of possible reasons why my service wasn’t working. Could the problem have arisen because the technician disrupted my service while working on the other problem? Why didn’t they call me before I called them if they knew of my problem? I posed these questions and more to the real human, but he kept saying, “Oh, no, that’s not what happened.”

His only suggestion was that I schedule an appointment for a technician to come to the house to check things out. Unfortunately, no one was available to come for two days.

Being at the mercy of something I could not control, I found my stress level increasing along with my frustration.

The problem will eventually be fixed. What REALLY needs fixing is my need to control what’s going on no matter what the issue. I know many individuals who feel that same need.

I’ve gotten better over the years, but my inner Attila the Hun still rears its ugly head from time to time. It takes practice and patience to understand that life will always test our ability to tolerate unforeseen circumstances.

It boils down to not “sweating the small stuff.” After all, the “big stuff” might be just around the corner.

Too much booty these days


When selfies arrived, it started a tsunami of picture-taking. Facebook was covered with them. Group selfies followed. But it seems that some female celebrities feel that taking pictures of their butts is the hip new thing.

Two of my grandchildren were visiting last week who are in their 20s.

I asked them what was going on, and they said it was “the year of the butt.” I really try to stay current and not to be too judgmental, but I am flabbergasted at this new phenomenon. What is this obsession about? I think it started with Kim Kardashian and her booty. Critics of body shapes made cutting remarks about the size of her backside. She very cleverly turned it around into something desirable, and it soon became a media frenzy. Pictures of her wearing tight dresses that accentuated her booty showed up everywhere.

Most recently Jennifer Lopez displayed a picture of herself in a pair of shorts that were hiked up so far that you could see the bottom of her backside, which I imagine she considered to be cool and seductive. Beyonce does the same thing, and in a recent video she was standing in a line of women who were shaking their booties rhythmically while she sang.

Now to some this diatribe may sound as if I am permeated with jealousy. But trust me, I am not only not jealous, I am happy to have come from a generation that had some discernment on how they displayed themselves. Yes, there were strippers and stars that showed cleavage, but haven’t we gone a little too far? I frankly am beginning to wonder why any of these people bother to wear clothes. They have great bodies, and they look extremely fit, but how does all this skin exposure translate to the millions of young women who view them as role models? How about showing me an MRI of your brain? Is there anything in there? Why are boobs and butts becoming more important than brains, grace and dignity?

Women fought long and hard for equality. My mother, myself and thousands of other women have strived to have our intellect validated. How is all this need to show so much skin serve us? I don’t expect women to transition to wearing shrouds because looking sexy and feeling feminine is fun, but how about leaving something to the imagination? There is also the allure of mystique. Wouldn’t it be more interesting to wonder what’s underneath a piece of clothing?