Are you IRRITATED yet!?
The white rectangle with an orange woven border surrounding bold black letters an inch tall asks me that question from the wall over my desk every single day. Every time my eyes leave my keyboard, unseeing and deep in thought or simply refocusing away from the lighted screen, they nearly always land on those words.
Are you IRRITATED yet!?
The voice in my head often gleefully responds…Well, ARE you!?
The words are not there to reflect any political angst. They didn’t get pinned there to sum up my concern for folks that are determined to undermine their own health in the most amazing ways, nor even to scream my despair over the way we humans treat – or too often mistreat – each other and the animals on our suffering planet.
They are there because I…the peace-loving, hates drama, just wants everybody to be happy and get along, card-carrying little old Libra me…
I truly WANT to be irritated.
Let me rephrase that, in the way I first heard it at a conference I attended for my business a couple of years ago. The CEO of our company said something I didn’t expect. After whipping the crowd of 25,000 up, and listening to us cheer for him like giddy little schoolgirls, he said, “I am not here to motivate you.”
Huh? I was quite sure that was EXACTLY why he was there.
“Think about it”, he told the baffled crowd. “You can get ‘motivation’ all over the place; audios, seminars, on your facebook page for cryin’ out loud. It feels great, but how long does it last? Does it create any lasting change in your life?”
“Now, think about the last time you were unhappy. The last time you got mad, maybe even downright pissed off. Well – did you DO something about it? Damn right you did, and that’s why I’m NOT here to motivate you, I’m here to IRRITATE the CRAP out of you!”
So, with one pointed question my sign reminds me every single day;
Do I feel the way I want to feel today?
Am I in the physical condition I want to be in?
Do I spend the time I need to with my boyfriend, my son, my dog, my friends and family – do they know how much I care?
Am I making the money I want to, and am I making a difference in my world?
…Am I writing?!?
Today, as I do nearly every day, I was reading the blogs of the many talented writers here. Relishing the gorgeous, colorful images they paint in my mind. Sharpening my character on points well made. Dipping my soul in the musical offerings. Savoring written phrases so sweet, salty or crunchy I almost need to spit some out. Reveling in the love and support and encouragement for growth that shows up in the comments.
But I rarely comment. I don’t post my own essays. I just “lurk”. I don’t know quite why, and it’s slowly but surely been crawling under my skin, until it became more than a mere itch that needed a scratch. And today, FINALLY today, I had to scream “YES, I AM IRRITATED!” And I did something about it.
Damn did that feel good!