This morning was unexpectedly rough.
“The Optimism Bias”, Sharot (2011), says our brains are wired to be irrationally positive.
So, I expected things to go as happily planned.
But everyone started making bad choices.
John. The dog. And even Mom.
And things went downhill fast, but there wasn’t time to fritter away.
I learned the hard way that it is better to lead from the front (looking back over my shoulder) than (to try to) push forward from the back.
Sometimes I have to by-pass my son flopped on the floor and the dog who won’t do what he is supposed to do.
Leap-frog them. In every way.
You see, I have an injury trying to heal, and over-using that arm/shoulder isn’t helping.
But I got mad, and, well, you know how that goes. My demise.
I re-injured myself.
So, see if this helps in your house: Roll around the roadblocks, and see if anyone follows you.
(I am lucky this works at my house.)
But it does take more time. And Mom can’t be in a hurry.
Because it’s called auditory processing disorder. Not “warp-speed”.
(It is also called “very very stubborn”, but that’s another story.)
Peace to us all,