"Unglued" by Lysa TerKeurst with some Fabulous Ladies from my church. (Hello, Fabulous Ladies!)
All I can say is, "GOODNESS GRACIOUS" where has this book been all my life!?!?! ;-)
Just the first couple of video sessions and chapters had me gripped by the heart. Fervently seeking inside myself for answers. REAL ANSWERS as to what causes my "Unglued" behaviors, and more importantly, WHAT I CAN DO about them.
So far, I've come to understand that it has a lot to do with PERSPECTIVE. How I see things, verses how they REALLY are. (I know... Amazingly obvious isn't it??)
Due to this realization, I am already seeing some positive results as I "flesh this out" in my day to day life experiences.
Flashback to last Thursday. Yep. Valentine's Day.
I woke up with all sorts of plans and ideas as to how to make the day special for my sweet family. I had a menu planned, and a list of purchases to make. I was going to have the house cleaned and lit up with candles. I was going to hand-make valentines for each of them.
Plans. Schedule. Agenda.
But my sweet little Chocolate Lab, "Bailey Blue" had other ideas.
You see, Bay has been somewhat of an escape artist pretty much her whole 1 1/2 years of existence. She's a Labrador. She digs. And she loves to dig under the fence, so she can BREAK FREE! (I know... that's a whole other book by another Fabulous Lady... but I digress...)
So last Thursday was no different. I let her and her pal Beauregard (Black Lab) out to potty, and stepped inside to pour a glass of tea. I saw that I had a message from one of the kids' teachers so I sat down at the computer to read it, "real quick", then I was going to call the Furbabies back inside. Too Late. In a matter of 10 minutes, Bailey was Gee-Gee-GONE!!!
I knew this because I heard Beau barking like crazy. (He's about one and a half times her size, so too big to follow. Since he can't join in the fun, he tattles!) I quickly called Beau in, and went to the front door. I knew where I would find Bay. Right across the street. Sniffing and exploring.
See, the other thing about our Sweet Bailey Blue is that she is a wonderful dog. She's been trained to sit, stay, shake, and lay down, since she was 4 months old. There's just one little command she has a problem with. "Come".
Instead of calling, begging, and chasing after her (which only causes her to go harder in the opposite direction) I came up with a plan. I lifted the garage door and placed her Kong toy filled with Jiffy Peanut Butter (her favorite!) on the floor. Then I waited. I just knew she would "take the bait" (she has before) and I would run out the front door, shut the garage, and then she'd come back inside.
I waited several minutes. No Bailey.
I took a shower. No Bailey.
I dried my hair. No Bailey.
I curled my hair and twisted it up in a clip. Still. No Bailey.
I dressed quickly, grabbed the Kong and her leash, and headed out the door.
I called. I begged. I chased. Up and down the street. And back again. Always within earshot, but never within reach.
2 hours later, I had a brilliant idea. I came back inside, grabbed Beau's leash and hooked him up. Then I grabbed my keys. Both dogs LOVE to ride. This time, I didn't call. I didn't beg. I didn't chase. I simply opened the back door to my Envoy and said "Come on, Beau." He hopped right in. And SO DID SHE!!!
I rode around the block. Then back home again. Hooked on her leash, and led her into the house.
Never once scolding or reprimanding. (Okay, well.. a little, but she didn't know it because I was doing it my sweet "I love you Puppy Dog" voice.)
My plans for the day had gone to pot. I was sweaty and tired from my walk around the 'hood.
That's when I noticed it.
Instead of flying off the handle and exploding... slamming doors, pitching a fit, and threatening to call the pound, I was calm, cool, and collected.
I stayed postive.
I thought to myself. Well, I DID get my exercise in today.
And then I did a Happy Dance. Not just because I haven't gotten back into my Walking Groove since Christmas, but because I didn't come unglued.
In the midst of a chaotic situation , where any other time I would have lost my cool and exploded, or thrown my hands up and gone back to bed, I STAYED STUCK!
I calmly led Bailey back outside, and hooked her to her 40 ft lead (which I SHOULD have done to begin with). I wiped my sweaty brow, reapplied my lip-gloss, and took the hairspray to the 'do. I grabbed my purse and went out about my mission to have a Happy Valentines Day.
And I succeeded.
I gotta try this "Stayin' Stuck" stuff more often!!