Right. So yesterday’s post? Feel, Felt, Found? I’m sure you felt like I was just putting you off, dragging things out for the sake of a good story, but really I picked it for a reason. It shows, you see, how I handle conflict (calmly, quietly, slowly and yes, wrapped up in a pyschobabble bubble of corporate nonsense-speak and yoga-infused rhetoric because really, conflict terrifies me and I can’t deal with it any other way).
It also shows how the majority of the population deals with conflict, how stubborn, strong willed people like my mother deal with conflict.
And luckily this was pointed out to me before I made a big mistake.
(I will, once again, get to that later but suffice it to say, the past 24 hours have been rather dramatic; I almost snuffed out the story of the flowers before it began.)
So now I’m curious, and as I find myself navigating previously uncharted territories, I need help.
You have the people like me and my father, who keep our tempers in check for better or worse, and you have the people like my mother and my younger brother, who fly off the handle.
Which are you? (If you had to say.) And how (more importantly) do you bridge the gap between the two?