30 Sec's on....
I can smell a rule from 100 paces.
I kidd you not, it's a genetic thing and as inbuilt to my blueprint as breathing. Now, don't get me wrong, I understand and accept the big rules: do not lie, do not steal etc, etc but I'm talking about all the other little ones which I'm not that keen on - like the length of your skirt, the color of your nail polish or suitable topics of polite conversation just to name a few.
So I rebel. I can't help it. I get this little tingly feeling in my spine, a mischievous twinkle in my eye and off I go. In my defense those that know me, love me, so really no biggie. However, periodically it gets me into trouble. Take lunch the other day. I had the opportunity to meet someone who a friend had said was "someone interesting and totally amazing" so after a quick phone call, organizing where and when we were ready to go. But I had the tingly feeling. However, I pushed it down, got to restaurant early, took a table and when said time arrived, called him to say I was there. Unfortunately it worked out that I had been staring at his back for 15 minutes. Whoops. He came over and was very pleasant towards me but the tingly feeling was not going away. And no matter how I tried to dampen it down it kept getting stronger.
I tried being serious. I tried being funny but it was a losing battle because 20 minutes into the lunch -just as the salmon had arrived - he suddenly puts his hands in the air and goes "I have to say I am feeling very uncomfortable". There was an odd silence while I pondered this state of affairs vs my tasty looking salmon. "You've said I'm wrong. Twice". Really? Twice? And then, quite unfortunately, I smiled. He then launched into a diatribe about my lateness, ego, attitude, un-ladylike attitude and finished with "I'm leaving now because I'M. NOT. HAVING. FUN." He paid for lunch, including my uneaten salmon and we both left. Separately.
Anyway, that was the beginning, middle and end of it until a week later when I met the mutual mate who had set up the lunch. We were having a wine and I mentioned that it hadn't gone so well and he said "That's not surprising he's used to getting his own way." Silence, while we sipped wine. "He's a bit rich." I got the tingle....house on the beach, great car and jetski? I joked. "Actually, think chateau in France, an estate in the UK and servants."
Like I said, I can smell a rule from 100 paces......and rebel in 30 seconds........
Have a kickass week Angels and live your Truth.