It happens. What happens? Rubbish happens. All the time. Everyday.
Consistently, we find ourselves in challenging situations. Sometimes, we handle them well, and we quietly congratulate ourselves as we use our experience to problem solve. Other times, we handle them badly, and we regret our very real human reaction disappointing ourselves when the observable result is poor.
There are those of us that love to dig. We dig and dig and dig a massive hole for ourselves half way to the centre of the earth, as we ride the wave of frustration, disappointment and anger. We put on our steel armoured jackets and shoot bullets left right and centre until we have no ammunition left, and then we rapidly hibernate for the winter. The majority of us have done this at some point in our lives, when we feel the need to defend our ego.
Many relationships have…
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