
So, I asked myself this morning why I feel like a grumpy goose. And I realized that some of it has to do with feeling like a circus monkey who is being trained to jump through hoops. I don't want to be a circus monkey.
It's not that big of a deal, really, but on a very deep level it is always interesting for me to take a closer look at what triggers me. My oldest son has got himself into a bit of legal trouble and I have been having to handle some of his affairs. Shouldn't be that big of a deal, really, either. But then, sometimes.....
Here is just a brief example of some of what gets me stirred up. Evidently his account kept getting overdrawn, and, because his wife was not on the account, she was struggling to keep up with overdraft fees she couldn't talk to anyone about. So it was decided it would be best to close it. No big deal I thought. Just stop off on my next trip to the city, an hour away, with my power of attorney paperwork, and close it.
First stop at the bank, which just happens to be a bank I particularly find distasteful because of their overtly greedy ways, I find that I would have an at least 40 minute wait or make an appointment. So, I make an appointment for the next day.
I come back the next day, early for my appointment, and was finally called over about ten minutes late. No big deal. But then, after almost a half hour of her explaining to me that the power of attorney paperwork has to be faxed and approved by someone higher up, I discovered they wouldn't accept the paperwork at all. Because, on the bottom of each page it had which number of page it was out of four pages, and the last one was not included. The third page had the notary stamp on it. So I made another appointment for the next day and then proceeded to go to the attorney's office to retrieve the missing fourth page. As I suspected, it had nothing of import on it, but you know, rules are rules I guess.
I go to the city again the next day, and I have to admit they were very prompt and within about forty minutes I was on my way out the door with mission accomplished. But this kind of stuff makes me shake my head side to side with a feeling that is hard to describe. First thing I realize is that this event has triggered my deep reservoir of emotion I have accumulated about the way the system and our so called legal system works. I realize, that although I can logically follow why I feel the way I do, it really doesn't serve me to have this deep reservoir hanging out in my energy field to be triggered in the first place. I realize I have some work to do. And it would be oh so easy to just stop right there, in my righteous indignation about how messed up the system really is. I mean, I could go off on a tangent that would make most people's head spin. But hidden anger is not my friend. And I must take responsibility. And I am writing more for myself than anyone else. Cause, damn, I don't like feeling uncomfortable inside, and I just can't blame anyone or anything else anymore. And there you have it, the truth in a nutshell. Not always an easy nut to crack though.