I had a surprise today. I walked outside to make my way around to my walking circle and spooked three, large deer that were in my backyard. I had no idea they were there so there are no photos. They turned and ran back into the woods so quickly that all I could so was watch them disappear. At the sound of running my dogs then came to the fence on that side and began barking. A bit late there girls. Once the sound died down I made my way on around and did my laps.
It has become a usual thing for my thoughts to wander down a road they don’t need to travel. In my daydreams, the place where I once worked calls me and needs me to come back. I then get to tell them- in a nice way of course- just what they can do with that job. I’ve worked out all manner of scenarios, each one with me coming out the winner. But politely, as that was how I was raised and one doesn’t forget the things taught.
Now, I know that it isn’t going to happen. There isn’t any way that they are going to call me after all this time. It just gives me a mental retaliation for how my lay off was handled. By the time I get back around the house, I’m feeling better. I’ve walked it off and thought it out. I don’t allow and haven’t allowed the feelings to build up, I work them off with my hiking. I also have a friend whom I can talk with who I know understands. The good thing is, these daydreams are becoming fewer and further between.
When ever I see yet another report of work place violence, I wonder what could have possibly lead up to that. What was going on in that person’s mind, that caused them to do such a horrible, senseless act? What, pushed them over the edge? What, if anything, could have been done to have prevented the tragic events? I would not be afraid to say that there are as many different reasons for the violence as there are differences in people. Bullying? Conflicts between personalities? Jealousy?
What could prevent violence? Can we prevent violence?
Many say that stronger gun control would help. If someone wants to commit an act of violence, they will find a weapon.
I have heard comments about better mental health care, even if that means opening some form of hospitals just for those with mental health issues.
I have heard how we need to educate our children better on the differences in people. But adults need to be educated as well.
As a populace, we need to understand how our words and actions cause problems. Yes, we have free speech, that does not give anyone right to be cruel.
But what of the one who is the one being mistreated? What can they do to work out the anger and frustrations? If they have spoken with the powers that be, and still feel frustrated, they could seek ways to work out those frustrations. Find ways to work out the anger, even if its walking in small circles repeatedly. Join a gym, or a group that hikes, mountain bikes, rock climbs. Find a hobby that will distract your mind and allow you to create something.Seek something positive. Change jobs if you must. Move if you are able. Seek better. Don’t allow the wrong in them, to cause you to do something worse.
If there are mental health issues, then one would most likely need to seek professional assistance. There is no shame.
No, I am not a doctor. No, I can’t say these are the reasons, these will stop violence. It isn’t that simplistic. I can say that it does need to be faced. We can’t bury what is going on. We can’t stand in shock at yet another tragedy, then turn away and go on about our life.
There are times, as I walk, when I allow my mind to go over the wrongs that I felt was done, I realize more, that I have worked through many of the feelings. There is no longer anger. There is no longer a feeling of a need to get even through a speech of you know I was good and yet,. There is no one there, who has that sort of hold on me. My thoughts as I walk, are of how I feel I have changed, grown and adjusted. Yes, there are a few residual emotions that pop up, but now they are mild. Almost like that annoying fly that keeps buzzing your face that you keep swatting away.
Now, rather than wishing they would call me back, I realize how much life is outside there. Now, as I walk, instead of spending all the time rehashing the comments I would love to make, I smile and think of my goals, plans, hopes for the future. Let them be them, doing them, I’ll be the new me doing the new me and keep walking.
It isn’t easy. It isn’t something that happens over night. I was let go over a year ago and I’m finally reaching this point. I’m spending more time working on my writing and seeking ways to make it better. I’m cutting the anchor of anger, and watching the sails fill with promise of things to come.But I have a faith that strengthens me and gives me peace. I have friends who listen to me as I move forward. That, is very important. Knowing that holding onto the anger doesn’t do any good. Now, I am walking, thinking, realizing, that the best thing, is to let go and open up to what else waits out there, just over the horizon, second star to the right.