What the fuck moments happen...

Life has all kinds of what the fuck moments. 

Maybe your day started when you missed putting the coffee pot back just right (stoooopid coffee pot needing to sit perfectly in that sweet little groove), and you returned bleary-eyed, scratching your backside, and desperately looking foward to that first cup of the morning.  Shuffling into the the kitchen, you are jolted not just by the sweet smell of that coffee, but to a hot stream that has not pooled in the intended pot, but intstead has run along side the pot, is pooling on the counter, dripping perfectly down your white cupboard doors and drawers, and creating a new pool that your sweet fur baby now finds itself curious about. You're standing in a mess you don't have time for, a pet you have to deal with, why on the cupboards too? 

FFS - this is not how you wanted to start your day.

Your vision of this coffee moment - grabbing the blissful cup, sitting down to you, or moving into the next phase has been rudely interrupted. And it is not ok. 

What the fuck moments don't have to be huge, they are the micro moments that make up our day. How we approach those micro moments make all the difference to how either flow with or resist life.

You know it.

Sometimes you'd approach it as a hilarious messy lesson and even stop to take a photo of fur baby drinking coffee.  You'd laugh at your cleverness as you posted on fur baby's Insta

#cutecoffee

#furbabyneedscoffeetoo

and marvel at what adorableness and hilarity came from you’re misplaced coffee pot!  And you’d be thrilled with yourself that you captured that moment! Quickly cleaning it up, you’d laugh as you explained the the hilarity of how your day started to just about anyone that would hear it.  And maybe you'd even find yourself whipping out your phone and providing the captured evidence to anyone that would look.  Your day would be anything but ruined.

Other times it would ruin your fucking day.  Coffee everywhere. Not only is fur baby licking at coffee, but standing in it too. Hell you’re slippers are now being used to mop up the coffee. How did you step in it?  Can this get worse?  Dishtowels down,  now you stink like coffee, fur baby stinks like coffee,  It’s on your slippers, you’ve got extra laundry from cleaning up all of the coffee, you’re corralling fur baby, you’re going to be late in all of the things you have to get done every damn morning to get to work, and now this.  Your day is ruined.  You don’t bring you’re a-game to work, your kids think your crabby, your partner can’t do anything right, and in all of this… you forgot to take something out for dinner. What the fuck?

To top it off, that blissful coffee moment is long gone.  Fuck.

Same facts, different experience.

Thoughts and feelings are incredibly powerful things.  The better we understand ourselves, and grow awareness, the less what the fuck moments happen in life.

It could be argued that it really is as simple as choice. 

Choice is the act of selecting or making a decision in the face of one or more possibilities.  And it’s true. How that moment went is entirely about choice. Unfortunately sometimes it is also about the habitual reactions we have, and growing awareness around that as well. 

That is where the art of catching yourself is key.  Catching yourself in moments is being present, aware, and recognizing what is happening with the choice of how you want to be in that moment and how you want to carry the impact of that moment forward.

Personally, I would rather make my habitual reaction being fur baby insta Mommy than Psychobitch.

And as the Universe would have it, as I was sitting writing this, my own fur baby was doing his magical fucking thing.  LOL! 

I guess you can guess which choice I made…

Oh Walter....

Bottom line:  What the fuck moments can be small or they can be massive.  And that's why one of my packages is actually called UNSTUCK YOUR WHAT THE FUCK.  

Because we all struggle with these moments - and when we don't handle the little ones that come at us all day long, the big ones sting even more. 

Trust me. I know. 

Awareness, friend.  Awareness is the first step.  

Love to you in all of your what the fuck moments,