Another definition of placid is calm and peaceful: these adjectives appeal to me, and I aim to accomplish the goal of being calm, represented in a tranquil and peaceful demeanour, before this year is up. I have my work cut out for me, dear reader; I come from a long line of reactionaries, and I must model myself entirely, after Someone else.
If I am not placid, and I am easily upset and or excited, the question would be, Over what? or at least, that would be the question I would want asked of me: Linda, what has you so upset? A follow up question can run along the lines of: What makes you excitable?
My answer to my own questions:
If we look at excitement in a good sort of way, we can leave it out of the equation, because I do get excited over wonderful people, animals, plants, places, and things. When I look at the descriptor upset, I see that it is the very thing I cannot stand, that I want excised out of my being.
Now, to fine tune this process for the both of us, dear reader, I will explain when I get upset, and perhaps you can relate.
I get upset, in fact I become infuriated, when I am cheerily going about my business, and somebody I know, throws verbal dirt in my eyes, my ears, my mouth, so that all I can see, hear, and taste is, well, dirt! I am being kind of funny with this metaphor, but that is precisely how it feels when an unsuspected attack takes place. I rub my eyes in unbelief, scratching my eyeball lens; I shake my head, tipping it sideways hoping to unearth what has gathered there; I fill my mouth with water, rinse, and try to spit out the grit, but man alive, the stuff is hard to rub, shake, and wash off. The assault on my senses, have me upset in seconds flat, and before I know it, I become the Tasmanian devil from Bug's Bunny, whirling and muttering unmentionables!
While I may be reasonably miffed at my assailant, and suspect them forever and ever after this, and previous incidents, it is me I am irritated with, for following their lead into a snare set for me. If this sounds paranoid to you, then clearly, you either haven't experienced a difficult person in your lifetime, or you think other people are just plain old innocent, and must not be considered evil or wicked enough to plot and scheme against you, or anyone else: that is delusional thinking, and as I am inclined to say frequently, your naiveté ought to be dropped on its head, and you must make sure it is dead, before you carry on with your saintly minded self. Back to me now ...
I recognize that not everyone upsets me, but there have been some people in my life that caused me grief, and vexation. They are the ones I now consider as my change catalysts. I think of the apostle Paul, persecuted, beaten, driven out of synagogues and towns for preaching and teaching the gospel, and how he modelled himself after our mutual Master, Jesus Christ. He knew Satan's ploys and tactics, and he went about the business of professing Jesus as the Saviour. He washed his hands of those that brought damnation upon themselves with their blasphemies and vicious violence, and dear reader, Isn't it all we can do, when we are kind and thoughtful and yet, it is somehow turned against us, by those that have a disgruntled and dirty disposition?
I am working my way toward calm tranquility, and peacefulness, in all circumstances. As long as we walk this earth, we get to practice perfection; we get to eliminate our own wiley ways; we have opportunity to be more like the King of kings, as sons and daughters of the living God.
In the mean time, I do not want to be on my guard. I want to be aware, and then from there, choose The Way, over my learned from family ways, when once again, I have dirt thrown in my direction.
Peace, be still, the Father loves you.
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