…why do it?” I have our Vermont heroes, Ben & Jerry, to thank for that wonderful thought. Sometimes when I find myself grumpy, I am reminded I don’t really need to be that way.
Being grumpy is, in fact, pretty much antithetical to seeing life. For me it is really about worry—about the past or the future. “Now” may not always be rosy but it sure beats something that isn’t any more (the past) or something isn’t yet (the future)!
A case in point. I make a point to regularly pick up trash along one of the trails leading into Hubbard Park. This one is frequented by “kids” and it shows. Lots of cigarette packs and beer bottles after a weekend, especially a warm one. (Adults, of course, simply have a different kind of trash—oversized cars/trucks, huge homes, poverty, etc.)
Anyway, I realized I was getting crabby every time I picked up the trash, imagining the “jerks who’d toss this stuff everywhere.” Then I realized no one had asked me to pick it up so I could either just stop being crabby or stop picking it up. What a revelation!
I now pick up the trash—part of my willing “payment” to use such a great park—and am just not hooked into the drama of being crabby about it. It may not be “fun,” but at least it ain’t crabby!
Who knows, maybe one day there will be no more trash. Will I be crabby about that?! Humans! If I come back as a River Otter next time around, will I be crabby?