About 2 weeks ago I started having this pain. It's a weird, unrecognizable pain in my right forearm. No, it's nothing serious or life-threatening. And yes, I could go on in TREMENDOUS detail about exactly what it feels like – but if I did, you would stop reading my post. I mean, really, who cares.
But this morning I finally came to a really cool decision about my new pain. As much as I wanted to call it "debiliating," "painful," "yet ANOTHER sign that I'm getting OLD!" – I resisted the urge. I fought those labels off with determination and grit and came up with a new "name" for my condition. It is now – and forever more shall be – called "Intriguing." I have an intriguing situation.
You heard me right. I have an intriguing thing going on my with my arm. I could have picked "interesting" or "curious," or any number of other descriptive words. I just wanted one that didn't elicit this feeling of anxiety and panic and depression that the word "horrible" did. I wanted one that made me feel…well…intrigued and curious.
See – in life – there is a situation or stimulus. Then we form WORDS to describe the situation or stimulus. And those WORDS produce certain feelings. And we get to choose the words.
Doubt me? Consider this: Two people on a roller coaster ride (the situation or stimulus). Person ONE calls the experience "Fun! Exhilarating! Energizing!" Person TWO calls it "Horrible! Scary! Terrifying!" Same ride – two different DECISIONS about what that experience meant to them. And they EACH have an emotional response to what THEY have decided the ride meant.
So aging can be an intriguing experience for many people. And I have decided that it IS for me. And so it is. And so it will be.
Remember, you are not old. You are simply well seasoned. You spicy thing, you.
From your motivational speaker, Linda Larsen, sooooooo danged intrigued at the moment…