I wrote something down recently: try something new and dangerous every twenty-four hours.
Tonight I scanned some old yearbook pages for the first time on a scanner/ copier I’ve had for a year. Over the past several weeks I’ve figured out features on a cell phone I’ve had for a few years now. I will upgrade someday but not right now with the abuse my cell phone takes on a daily basis.
Am I ready to bungee jump? No. Yet I’ve always felt the desire to try something new and “dangerous” in life. However, when it comes to a crisis, it depends on the crisis. When it involves someone else, I can handle it and handle what they need (usually). No sweat (usually).
One thing I’ve learned is that when crisis strikes, take a deep breath and then when I can, walk away and get the emotion out in private. Then go back to dealing with it. When this can’t happen, well, I suck it in as best I can, even though I know this is not “healthy.” I then try to get it out later. Does it always work? No. Have there been times the emotions have come out? Yes. Have I learned? Yes. And I keep learning. That’s all I can do.