Mindset: Frustrated compassion. Irritation brought out it's "A" game this morning and broke my winning streak at managing reactions in a mindful manner. Who had "5 days" in the betting pool? The trigger was finding dog pee in the garage. I felt the onset of irrational anger pop up like a mole in an arcade game. It was and has been Scottie for a couple of logical reasons that I can not and will not blame him for, it's just annoying to encounter. I was caught off guard. Beyond showing him the error and saying "no "I let it be. Well I did clean it too. What I did next was take a moment to sit and mentally dissect my feeking Why did it bug me so? Why did I see it as anything warranting frustration, resentment or, dare I say it, being a victim? I am proud to say that I was successful in backing away from the knee-jerk response and regaining my mindful footing. As much as I preach presence and perspective, awareness and gratitude, it's a practice to manage, with a particular venerability to get sidelined when I least expect it. THAT is where the compassion mindset comes in. Compassion not only for the dog's relative innocence and ignorance of intention and consequences, but for me being the one in this scenario that'sworking to improve and capable of having the aweness that.
Anticipation: Volunteering today a the PGA with Kiwanas Club.