Archive | August 2017

Rethinking Disappointment 

Last night I was dissappointed. I went to a meeting and was expecting a guest speaker, who was ill and couldn’t attend. Instead, we had training tables set up, and while I did get some good information… at the time I couldn’t see it.

At one training table, someone was moved right in front of me. She didn’t accidentally get there, she was told and motioned to be there by the people running that training. To top things off, I had a hard time hearing them talk. I got some good info, but it kind of started the pity train rolling.

Another table had the signature scents and a spin the wheel kind of thing. It took me a minute or five to get up there and do it too. It was pretty cool, something I hadn’t done before, and had great ideas for parties. 

Next table was pretty cool. No problems hearing and no activity to jostle about. Learned new things about the part of Partylite I’m most uncomfortable with- sponsoring new people. 

The final table was about dream boards. They’re very simular to an inspiration board for writing. The thing I came away with on that one was a profoundly personal one. And one that’s been haunting me a lot lately. I’ll talk about it later, but it popped into the forefront last night. 

The raffle sacked only because I didn’t win lol. I understand what it’s for thought, and today I can remember that it’s a way to pay for the conference room. If I think of it as pan entrance fee, it doesn’t suck as bad never winning. Although I have won at the local meeting.

I left as soon as it was over. Didn’t stay to chit chat or talk to the 2 new people I had met, or even the ones I already know. That’s on me. By that point, I had let my disappointment overwhelm me.

It’s a long drive home from the meeting, and I was so tired… I’d been gone from home sine 6:15am. I made it home at 9:30pm. I didn’t start bawling until I hit the old country road. I pushed my favorite button and dialed someone I normally call to cheer up. 

I’m so glad I did.

She turned my pity party around. Made me see again the pride I felt when my 11 year old manned up to take care of poppa- cooking dinner for them because I was gone. He didn’t end up doing it, but he was wi─║ung. And he figured out dinner. When I got home he was WRITING, FOR FUN!!!!!!! He’s plotting out an RPG steam punk game. He’d started his homework, but needed help, and I gave him what he needed, and he finished no complaints.

And the fact is, last night was a win. I did learn things, even if they weren’t what I went for. And I could have made some amazing new friends, but I stopped that from happening. I need to do better next time.

And maybe text someone and make sure the guest is showing up.

Have you attended an event and been dissappointed? We’re you able to turn it around?
 

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