I forgot the rolls for Christmas dinner.
I’ve never done that before. It wasn’t like I forgot the turkey or anything. I mean rolls are a side dish to the side dish, but still the unfolding of the roll-less Christmas dinner had me freaking out for about 20 seconds.
My sweet daughters took up the gauntlet and ran out in search of some cook and serve rolls, but despite their speedy efforts, not a store or restaurant within a five mile radius could be found open, except for the authentic Indian grocery store around the corner, but alas, there were no rolls.
My darling husband tried to help by speaking very deliberately to me about staying calm and not letting this cause me to freak out. I wanted to punch him. Seriously, the last thing someone who’s about to have a meltdown wants to hear is “It’s no big deal. Just calm down.”
And my precious in-laws said no worries and then went on talking non-stop about something completely un-roll related.
I went into slow motion. It’s a strange thing when what you know in your head diverges sharply from what the rest of you is feeling. I knew not having rolls wasn’t a life shattering event, but the rest of me wasn’t feeling it.
Eventually, I did get around to being thankful for what I had instead of being a baby about what I had forgotten. It just took me a few minutes.
All of that has gotten me thinking about my need to tame my freak out and live my beliefs into the small every day stuff.
My faith should be a part of the little, breadless spaces in my life as well as the big stuff. But bringing that kind of thinking into view isn’t easy when you’re being pelted with bad thing after little bad thing.
I’ve come up with a plan of attack for this. It’s still in the formulating stages and hasn’t been tested yet, but I thought I’d share it anyway. I call it my “How-to-get-my-freak-out-of-2016” plan.
It’s just a few things to keep in mind. Nothing new really. Just some guidelines to help me take charge instead of letting my circumstances take charge of me. Little reminders, if you will.
I’m not sure how that’s all going to work out for me, but I thought I’d give it a try.
Do you ever freak out over “little” stuff?
How do you handle it?