Expectations Can Lead To Resentments…

It’s pretty easy to build an expectation for something in anyone’s life. Quite often I’ve done it myself and unfortunately, on many of those occasions that I have, I’ve also become overly resentful when they’re not met. Thankfully, I faced a situation recently with my roommate that I believe will help me prevent this from happening a lot less in my life.

The situation with my roommate (who’s also the landlord) was about a parking issue at his home of which I am renting a room within. In a previous entry I made a slight mention to what this issue was about. There’s an oddly shaped tree which mostly hangs over the half of the driveway I was given to park my car in when I moved in. While the tree is shaped beautifully and has strikingly colorful, white flowers in the spring, it also allures many birds to perch upon its branches and poop constantly. So unfortunately, throughout much of the year, my desire to maintain a clean and shiny car gets covered with long streaks of white bird fecal remains. In my first year of tenancy, this wasn’t an issue because my roommate had allowed me to park on the other side of the driveway and said he didn’t really care about the bird pooping issue on his own car. Somewhere along the line though, his tune changed and he took his original space back. My car then returned to the bulls-eye for every bird in that tree who decides to go to the little birdie’s room. About a month ago, I began asking my roommate for compromises to prevent this from happening.

Through our discussions, I learned the tree couldn’t be cut down due to it being more on the neighbor’s property. I learned he didn’t want to park in tandem and have to deal with moving cars around constantly. I also learned he didn’t wish to elongate the driveway into the backyard by losing ten feet of grass either. When I had asked him what his suggestion was, his answer had been to go get a car cover which did nothing more than make me extremely resentful towards him. What I wasn’t seeing was how those resentments were my own doing based upon expectations I had within myself on the situation. A few days ago, there was a final discussion over this issue where I finally saw those expectations and how they were creating the resentments I was feeling.

I had spent most of the day, prior to him coming home from work, helping him out with some things around the house. During it, I had come up with another idea of how to handle the parking situation. Most of that afternoon, I built up an expectation that he had to go for this option, especially since it seemingly in my own brain met all his requirements. Even more so, I figured he would be more apt to say yes due to the amount of things I had done for him earlier in that day.

Boy was I wrong…

While my roommate was quite appreciative of all the hard work I had done around the house, it didn’t translate into him agreeing to the idea I had pondered all day on how we could both park without being a target for bird poop. When my expectation that he would agree was not met, I once again proceeded to get very extremely angry and resentful at him and went out for a drive. There was only one thing I could do to calm down. I parked in a plaza nearby, bowed my head, and prayed to God. I prayed for love, forgiveness, and peace for the situation, for my roommate, and for me. Because of those prayers, over the next few hours, I felt a lot better and saw things very differently and with a more level head.

I could have been more grateful that I have at least been guaranteed an off street parking spot since first moving in, as there is no place to do so along the tiny street in front of his home. I also could have been less manipulative in my attempts to talk about the issue, instead of trying to use any work I had done for him as a bargaining chip to fuel my compromise. But most importantly, the bottom line is that I had spent all day in my head seeing him agree to this compromise. I had used my own thought patterns surrounding it and built an expectation that he had to agree to it. And when he didn’t, my ego took a blow and an argument ensued.

What’s ironic is that after I had prayed and been able to calm down, I returned home to find my roommate had already taken some time to research alternatives on how to deal with the issue. He ended up going and buying some plastic snakes to put in the tree’s branches which supposedly might help ward off those pesky birds. And he was wiling to park a little more forward thus allowing me to park a little further away from the overhang of the tree’s branches.

While I’m grateful that there’s a good chance one of these solutions will work, what I’ve realized from this situation is that the anger in my life surrounding an issue can often be based upon expectations I created in the first place. Sometimes it’s best to just take a moment and breathe, and then do a little praying to be able to see things like that a little more clearly. Because I did so, I gained a little more wisdom in my life and saw another way of how I can avoid becoming resentful down the road.

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

True Happiness Doesn’t Come From Winning A $600 Million Dollar Powerball…

The biggest news in the past few days in the United States isn’t about another murder/suicide. It isn’t about anything related to politics. It isn’t about any scandal. And it’s not about anything relating to the economy. Well I guess on some level I might have to take that last statement back with the amount of money being spent to create this piece of news. The headline on Friday for most major news outlets was the Powerball jacket has soared to around $600 million dollars.

With people buying dozens and dozens of tickets at a time while enduring lines that I read in some areas were hours long, it has got me wondering how many of those individuals are hoping that a win for them would make their lives so much better.

Here’s the blunt truth. Besides the 1 in 175 million chance of winning this lottery, the sad reality is that if you feel you life stinks where it’s at now, it’s still going to stink the same if you win all that money. The only difference is that you’ll have a lot more distractions now to make you forget why it stunk in the first place.

How do I know this?

I’ve lived it.

While I haven’t won some large glorious sum of money through a state lottery, I did inherit an incredible amount from my parents after their untimely deaths. Prior to their passings, my life was often miserable. I had a lot of baggage in it that was much in part due to my own doing. I surrounded myself with unhealthy people. I chased all sorts of addictions to find temporary happiness. I didn’t like myself and I did what I could to avoid that fact. When I inherited the money, it became a wonderful new way to distract myself from me.

With it, I bought cars, houses, gadgets, clothes, vacations, and more. And for a time, I forgot about that miserable person that existed before I came into that money. Unfortunately, having a lot more money brought in other complications instead such as higher taxes and friends that I wasn’t sure most of the time if they were only around me for the free things I gave them. Even worse, the more money I had, the more I felt like it was never going to be enough. Though all of this, my ego swelled and I grew more selfish and self-centered. And eventually I blew through most of what my parents had left me, leaving me in the same state I was in before I ever had a single penny of it….miserable.

Coming into a ton of money suddenly, does not miraculously make all one’s trouble’s go away. They only get masked and suppressed for awhile. Sure I felt great for a bit of time and was constantly doing new things and surrounding myself with a lot of people. But deep down inside, I was still avoiding those things that had made me be that miserable person in the first place.

It’s like the sad and lonely guy who walks into a bar and says he’s buying everyone’s drinks for the night. He suddenly becomes quite popular and as he drinks, he forgets about how sad and lonely he was in the first place. But what happens when all his money is gone and he sobers up? The people are gone and he’s sad and lonely again. The same thing holds true with winning the lottery or coming into any large sum of money for a person who was sad, or lonely, or miserable, or hating their life before receiving it. The principle holds true as well for any person who moves from one location to another hoping for a geographical cure from their misery. It holds true with any person who consumes any substance to numb their senses so they don’t have to think about the fact they don’t like their life. Happiness doesn’t come from any of this and especially not from $600 million dollars. While it might make someone happy for a time, it won’t last.

The only true happiness I’ve found in my life is when I’m trying to do God’s will. In that, I’m not chasing money or some other thing to bring me happiness. Instead, I’m focusing in on how I can not only help myself heal from all the selfishness I lived in, I’m also out there trying to help others heal too. Thankfully, I have learned this lesson and am not out buying hundreds of dollars of tickets hoping to win. Will I buy just one for the sheer fun of it? Probably. But the difference today is that my life is already getting better and much happier with God at the center of it. And so if I was to win, the only happiness that would increase within me would be when I reach out to donate much of it to others who need it a lot more than I ever would.

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

Applying The Serenity Prayer

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”

I love the serenity prayer. It says so much in so few words. The more I draw closer to God in my recovery and in my life in general, the more I seem to be gaining that wisdom to know when I am able to change something and when I can’t. In my relationship with my sister and her husband, there are plenty of things I continue to have to accept that I cannot change.

It’s no secret that my sister’s husband is actively carrying a bunch of resentments towards me. He has made it openly known so and also indicated he’s not ready to let them go. Just the other day, a situation arose between my sister and I that was due to her desire to avoid conflict with him over my upcoming trip with my partner to their new home. She had just realized that my trip was going to land on Father’s Day weekend and wanted to see if my partner and I would be willing to take one of their cars on Father’s Day and go do some sightseeing for a few hours while they did their own thing. Ironically, I can’t say that I was surprised that she made this request given her fear of the many arguments that have occurred between them over me.

I don’t exactly know why he still doesn’t like me. For years I did live pretty selfishly and I know I affected them at times because of it. But through my recovery and closer relationship with God, I have made amends with them and been doing what I can for quite awhile now to show I’m a much healthier person. Unfortunately, that hasn’t equated to him forgiving me and letting go of his own resentments. The only thing that continues to be apparent is that he really doesn’t like me being around and has limited the time my sister and my nephews are allowed to see me. Even worse, during much of those times I am allowed to come around, he often bullies me or points out things he still feels I’m doing wrong in his mind. Quite often, I feel like I am walking on egg shells around him and have to prove myself. I have made many attempts to try to reconcile further with him because of this but he has turned down each of those requests. So in the meantime, I have come to accept what little time I get with my only remaining family and do my best to avoid conflict with him while I’m around them.

My sister has grown very weary of her perception that she’s caught in the middle. The downside for her is that she is deathly afraid of all the arguing, fighting, and control that seems to come from him when it deals with me. More than not, she has caved in to him and I have often believed that’s because she has to live with him and not me. The result of this is generally less and less time I’m able to be around her or the kids. And in the case of this upcoming trip, it was once again starting to look that way as I carried on the conversation with her.

Initially I was taken aback at what she was suggesting but somehow I should have known it was coming. By the time that weekend arrives for my visit there, it will have been about four months that I haven’t seen her or the kids since they moved from Massachusetts to Tennessee. Prior to their move, I had been allowed to visit them on the average a few hours at least once a month and if I was lucky, maybe twice a month. Since the move, my contact with her and the kids has been through Skype and limited by her to no more than an hour a week. I have made the best of it and looked forward with great anticipation to each one of those minutes I get to see them all online. When the invitation was extended by them for my partner and I to come that weekend with the plan of celebrating everyone’s birthdays together, I was ecstatic. I told her the only condition I had for us to come there was to spend all of that weekend with them. Neither my partner nor I have ever had any desire to visit Tennessee to sightsee and the only purpose of our trip there would be to spend it with them. She understood and we promptly bought the plane tickets. Unbeknownst to all of us though, Father’s Day was on the third day of that upcoming trip. Given my sister’s husband’s great distaste for me and the resentments he continues to carry towards me, I can only imagine how he might feel having to spend any part of it with me on that day. I’m sure my sister was thinking the same thing when she discovered the oversight hence how the situation arose in the first place between us.

I have compassion for her in this situation. I really do. But I also have the other side of this serenity prayer to follow. I have the courage now to change the things I can. A long time ago, I gave in to everyone and everything. I allowed myself to get less than what I deserved all the time. Essentially, I was often like a dog taking the scraps from someone’s dinner that fell to the floor. Over the past year, that has changed tremendously for me. I essentially have three full days to see my sister and my nephews and get my fill of what little family I have left. When that trip ends, it will most likely be another four months or more before I am allowed to come see them again. So the fact that my sister was suggesting taking a few of those precious hours away for her husband to have time without my partner and I, frankly hurt quite a bit since they have every other day of the year to be together and we don’t.

Sometimes I wish my sister could see some of this insanity that comes in certain parts of her relationship with her husband. In a healthy relationship, a husband would love to have his wife’s family come celebrate Father’s Day with him or possibly even have it honored on a day where there were no out of town guests coming in. In a healthy relationship, a wife wouldn’t have to keep alienating her brother because of her fears of her husband’s dislike of that brother. In a healthy relationship, a husband would accept his wife’s brother’s amends and want to create peace and harmony in his home by letting it all go and forgiving any past transgressions. But sadly, it’s not a healthy relationship for them when it comes to certain things like me and until it becomes so, I have to accept that I can’t change either of them on any level. The only thing I can change is me and in this case, that meant setting boundaries and keeping to them.

When the conversation between my sister and I ended, I set one of those boundaries by telling her she could keep to her agreement of us having the full three days with her family or she could refund my partner the money he paid for the airline tickets and we wouldn’t come. I pray to God that I made the best decision in this situation for my spiritual growth. I love my sister and I love my nephews, and truthfully, I even love her husband even though he doesn’t seem to love me. I hope someday he might. Until then, I accept he has more work to do when it comes to me of which I have no control over. I also accept that my sister has more work to do when it comes to developing her own inner voice of which I have no control over either.

Thankfully, I have the wisdom now to know what I can and cannot change more than I ever used to, and while I can’t change them, I can change the fact that I never used to stand up for myself to them or anyone else for that matter. It’s not easy for me to do that having been bullied on every level for most of my life. But through a closer relationship with God today, I’m actually doing that quite successfully a lot more of now and have gained serenity because of it.

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson