Story from a recovering drama queen (that would be me!)

My hands are so frozen I can barely type this post! (ok...maybe there's still a little drama in me!) My digits are struggling after a bit of an adventurous recent experience that made me realize, "OMG...I am like way less dramatic than I used to be!"

I had to write this after reporting to my husband that I had made it home safely in a text in which I signed off "a little bit o drama for the recovering drama queen." I loved that and I grabbed my laptop. So, what was the situation? I'm not sure that it's that important, but I will tell you any way.

I decided to do some late night Christmas shopping and had to take my husband's classic Mercedes since he had my car. When I left my house, I had to enter the car through the passenger's side door bc I couldn't get the driver's side door to open. After browsing TJ Maxx and getting minimal Christmas shopping done, I was ready to go home. This time, I was met with two frozen handles (and it's only a 2 door car!)

I found the situation comical and intriguing while my body was still warm from all the shopping. I felt pretty grounded and centered and thought, "Worst case scenario, I'll walk home or take a cab." I called my husband, who is the calmest person I know (one of the reasons I love him so much!) and he told me to get hot water from the coffee shop to pour on the door. I kept trying to say things like, "Well, if that doesn't work, then I'll just walk or call a cab." The thoughts in my head began to get toxic and then I quickly reminded myself of what a waste of time that was. After a little bit of negative "what-if-ing" in my head, I took his advice. I got the hot water, poured it down the seam of the door and it opened right up (two men who were all cozy in the car in front of me had fun watching all of this take place!)

I don't want to go into the antics of what my old self would have done, but let's just say I probably would have bitched and fussed on the phone to my husband, my mom and my best friend and taken a cab. I probably would have left the scene without even trying! And I certainly would have let my husband know that he would never be taking my car again!

I am proud to say that I truly feel I have reduced the amount of drama I allow into my life. When I occasionally feel the drama queen getting riled up, I just stop to notice her. Somehow just the awareness of her presence diminishes her power. As I move forward on this journey of less drama, I remember that I am the creator of my own experience and that any situation I am in, I have created for myself. Though that really frustrates the drama queen, I empowers me to be more calm, centered, clear and connected. And in the end, at least those situations make for an interesting story!