Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Normally, I am a "by the rules" kinda gal. I follow the rules and have an expectation that everyone else will too. Like, at work, if I am to have a room scheduled from 6am to 9am-danggit, do not try to come into it before 9am! But then the place I work is the YMCA. And the Y is a place that has taught me to be flexible. You have to be. People don't always show up for a shift or they find a sub who is incompetent. You have to go with it because: there. is. nothing. else. you. can. do.
Flexibility is a good thing. Relaxation is a good thing. Stress is bad. I can't do anything about what I ate yesterday. I can't do anything about the hard number that appeared on the scale. I can breathe. Learn. Make a new choice. Try a new approach.
Rules are made to be broken. Right? Maybe not all. Some (perhaps all) were made made for a good reason. But having flexibility is a must when living life. I'm glad I learned this lesson. Finally.