Sometimes I can be catty. Although I never mean it to be malicious or
hurtful, the word catty seems to be perfect.
I’m usually catty in my head or to a trusted friend. Why does it feel good to hang out with a
great friend and freely speak your mind about those around you? (sorry if you thought I was perfect, it's an easy mistake)
Today’s catty thought was in my head. There was a lady in my TRX class that was
talking to the instructor and complaining about the price of classes. First of all, the rent was raised at our
studio and secondly, the prices are not only fair but probably the cheapest in
town. In my head I said to the lady: “You
are wearing a full Lululemon outfit so you obviously can afford something nice
to wear, next time don’t buy the outfit and you can buy at least 5 classes……and
your hair color and cut is crappy”
In my outside voice I said, “The classes are still a
very good deal”
True. Personal. control.
This was too funny not to add! Shake! Shake! Shake!
This was too funny not to add! Shake! Shake! Shake!
Speaking of speaking our minds, I tend to speak mine
(which is not to be confused with being catty).
In the last year I have had two experiences where speaking my mind led
to a person/friend to just stop. It’s
hard to describe what they stop doing.
Stop interacting with me in a friendlier manner, is the best way to describe
it. Weird. Because these people (2 of them) seemed to
embrace and enjoy my more outspoken personality but then I said something they
didn’t like and BOOM. Or did I? I have no idea exactly what happened.
Shutdown. There was no
conversation.
“HEY, we are
having a confrontation here!” was a line I heard today on one of my audio
books. Perfect. I feel like I am left standing alone, being
robbed of the other half of the conversation.
I am perfectly happy to listen to someone tell me how they think it is
or how I am wrong. I can admit I am
wrong. I tend to talk before I can think
and I've mastered the art of apology.
I don’t want to really talk about either of the people
or the situations (I do and I have but not in this venue) because I know there is always 2 – 3 sides to a story. I do know that I have been asked, “what
happened?” and I am left with, “I have no idea!” I guess
if I've learned one thing from my perfectly loving parents is that it’s just
not worth making a deal out of it and forgiveness is best.
I will just skip along………….
On the bright side!
My TRX class was uber awesome and I had my butt handed to me by my
instructor. I did every exercise he
wanted us to do and if you've ever taken a kick ass TRX class then you can
appreciate what a success that is.
I think my delt’s are even stronger!!
Plus I got to smell and smooch this little head tonight:
My niece: Lisette. Daughter of my brother Dave. She is scrumptious.
Blog on……….
