When I first started this blog I had no idea what a troll was.
I was so clueless.
And I’d get some pretty mean and nasty comments from people and I would come back with my fists up ready for battle.
I have learned a lot in the last six years.
I am so much less reactive than I used to be, and I owe that largely to this blog.
It has given me so much practice.
I do not have this perfected by any means. I still can let what people say get to me.
But that saying, the only thing you have control over is your reaction is so true.
I say this to my kids all the time.
I tell them to ignore ignorant and hurtful things other people say.
It’s a lot easier to tell other people to do that than it is to do it yourself.
But I had a really good opportunity for practice and growth last week.
And you know what?
I did pretty good.
Last Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, I received this message:
Nice holiday message, right?
Oh boy did I want to lay into this woman.
And she’s real.
Cause I stalked her, of course.
I thought about all the snarky, bitchy, mean, and equally nasty things I could come back at her with.
But I didn’t send any of them.
I just asked her a question.
Shockingly, she hasn’t responded. 😂
But you know what?
It feels really good to reply that way and not in an equally-nasty-she-started-it-way.
It for sure diffused the message.
And I didn’t lose my cool or say anything regretful.
Managing your thoughts and emotions is hard work but it sure does pay off.
I don’t know that I’ll ever get my reactions to a Dalai Lama level.
But I’m nowhere near where I used to be.
People can change if they want to.
And I’ve come a long way, Baby.
In another seven years, who knows.
Maybe I will give the Dalai Lama a run for his money.😉
Lee says
I love this. Yesterday I was at the dr office with my youngest. I let him play on my phone as the wait is always too long. A woman also waiting ripped into me about the dangers of the phone and that I’m letting my kid have cancer and mental issues and it’s a real problem. The old me would have sworn at her and told her off. But the new me (thanks to your help), let me realize my child was there and would be listening to me. So I giggled to myself and when the lady left, I said to the other moms waiting (and who were rolling their eyes), ‘it takes all kinds’. I really was so proud of myself lol.