I remember a card my mother gave me once in high school. The message was "Don't let the turkeys get you down." I don't remember who the turkeys were at that time, but I seem to have found some lately and they've been getting me down.
The worst thing is how distracted I get after an interaction with a "turkey." One day this week I managed to walk out of the house with only half my lunch and none of the things we needed for our weekly afterschool activity after one such interaction. One last week had me give up three hours of paid work rather than sit there stewing about another turkeyish situation.
I hate how much I let these people and these situations influence and consume me.
So, what do you do when the turkeys start to get you down?
Pluck their feathers and then have roasted turkey for dinner, of course! Then I can have a good nap afterwards. :)Hang in there!
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