It's not enough to get past security around here. You've got the challenge of getting on an elevator. I don't know about you, but sometimes I get on the elevators in the courthouse, and I want to press "Chicago" or "New York," or "Home,” or just “Get me outta here!”
As I hopped on one day, I remembered an insulting phrase that is often used, asking "Does your elevator go to the top," meaning pretty much are you mentally “there” or not. While I certainly don’t use that phrase, I was able to give it my own meaning, something I can use in my day-to-day life at work or home or wherever I find myself in a situation where I am at the fork in the road, meaning I have a choice to make, to take the opportunity to get sidetracked and distracted because of my own life crap that seems to follow me around or somebody else’s crap that causes them to give me rift.
I decided that whenever I allow any of those situations to hop into my mental or emotional elevator, I’ll just press the button that gives those situations a quick ride to the top. I’ll try and remember that I can move past this moment by not allowing it to get the best of me. I can immediately replace the anger that’s building or the insulting feelings I am experiencing with a “higher” thought, something on the seventh floor or higher! Something like, “Well, I guess I won’t take that personally. It’s not about me” or “He” or “ She must have had a miserable drive to work” or “They are really stressed out. “
Again, I get choose to rise above the situation mentally and emotionally. That person doesn’t get to determine how far I rise in my own elevator. I’ll just breathe through it and know that if and when they finally get it that they don’t need to try and make my life miserable, just because they are miserable, I’ll see’em “at the top, where I choose to hang out. Then if worse gets to worst, I’ll just take the stairs.
