examine what you tolerate.
For days, I've been exploring the nuances of these words.
I became so intrigued that I started to write a list
of what I tolerate.
Then I've considered why I tolerate something,
(maybe there's a good reason!)
whether perhaps I shouldn't tolerate something,
and how I might change some of the things I tolerate.
That pile of paperwork at the top of this post?
GONE, by tomorrow morning at 9!
Promise.
;-)
the list of things I tolerate has grown smaller due to gained perspective... people bitch about the dumbest things!
ReplyDeleteI have gone in both directions, becoming more and less tolerant depending. I absolutely no longer will tolerate abusive behavior from anyone. I won't tolerate being taken advantage of. On the other end of the spectrum, I've learned that I can tolerate socks on the floor, or other little things that don't really hurt anyone:)
ReplyDeleteOh, nice to see someone else with a pile of papers!
ReplyDeleteI've become both more and less tolerant as I've grown older - less tolerant of crassness and injustice, more tolerant of minor annoyances. Sometimes I like getting older! :)
What an intriguing idea. I'll have to explore it!
ReplyDeleteI was supposed to be doing paperwork today but have sadly been sidetracked by cake!
ReplyDeletePomona x
I like the idea of creating a list of things that I tolerate. When you first mentioned it, I could not go into the space of thinking about what I tolerate. Some of the burden made me filled with fear and KNOWING that I will have to take some responsibility if I face that which I tolerate.
ReplyDeleteThe stack of books and papers is similar to mine. I have a stack like that at my little ashram-style apartment which I keep in one of those functional market baskets from Ghana. I have another stack that I keep tucked in an under the counter space in the kitchen where I live in Santa Fe. And surprise; I have another little stash like the one shown in your photo; it fits neatly in a gallon-size zip lock. That accumulation stays in my computer bag. It all adds up to a collected mess.
Earlier today, I cleaned up the accumulation of books, unopened envelopes and some year old local weekly papers that were tucked under the counter. I was inspired by your post.