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How's your Zen going, baby?

I know, you don't need to tell me, it's challenging on a good day.

Well, you're not the only one, because I opened my email the other day and here this lovely blog type thingy pinged into my inbox.  And it started with, Don't be an asshole.

Referring not to me personally, but the whole stress/aggressive Energy which hangs round at this time of year.

It was a great blog and gave me a laugh, however, I've had a couple of moments since to think about it.  Mostly when I've found myself in the, Am I being assertive or just being an asshole? predicament.

Now to be fair, I'm pretty easy going.  But if I'm being honest, I also have a few, you know, quirky things which make me lose my shite.

First off, is bad food.

I hate with a passion, going out for food, whether it be lunch, dinner, coffee and cake, muffin, whatever and it's crap.

I get offended that people are charging me for things which are:

a) stale.

b) worse that I can make myself.

Now, I am a particularly good cook.  It's not a well known fact, because I very rarely cook for people.  And never anyone I don't like.  Or men I'm dating. Well, to be fair, to give you the impression that I will cook and clean and run after your ass, is just being mean.  I'm not that girl.  

Don't you be giving me that look, being with me is a privilege, not a right.

Anyway, unless you are one of the chosen few, assume that I can't cook.

So I'm one of those peeps who send food back.  I don't care where I am, who I'm with, or how much it has cost. I either want it replaced with something amazing or my money back.  


The young one just pretends we are not related.

My other pet hate is lazy service, and that's where I had my Assertive or Asshole moment this week.

I ran out of gas for the bbq and needed my bottle filled.  So I popped down to my local petrol station, put some petrol in, then walked up to the girl at the counter and said, Can I also have my gas bottle filled please?

Of which she gave me an embarrassed little smile.

Ummmmmm no.


Yes, *** has just gone out the back, and said if anyone wanted a gas bottle to say no.

Silence.  I stopped and thought about whether I was about to be an asshole, decided that no, I wasn't being a complete one yet.  However, I could feel myself tettering on the edge.  

What time do you stop filling gas bottles?


What time is it?


And Boom! I lost the Zen battle.

I looked at the girl, then said, Please go out the back and tell **** to get his butt out here and fill my gas bottle.  I'm not being unreasonable.  It's not 5.55pm, it's not pissing down with rain and you guys are not over run with customers.  I am your only customer. And there's two of you.

Then smiled again.

I got my gas bottle filled, everyone was very apologetic and chatty, and we had a few jokes after.  

A happy end result for everyone.  

Well, me.  

Another 3 people came in as he was filling my gas bottle and wanted theirs filled too.  So maybe not so much for him.  

But I'm still totally, and 100%, sitting on the side of, Don't be an asshole.

At least ask a question first.

Wishing you much love and abundance and a truly courageous heart.

T and Spirit