Honestly evaluate the way you respond to crisis situations. Are you happy with the way you react?
This is a tough one to answer. Don’t accuse me of cheating on this one, because I’m really trying to answer the question honestly. Crises come in many forms. Some of them we can see coming, like being in the path of severe weather. Some hit us upside the head with little or no warning, such as the sudden illness, injury or death of a loved one.
Does having time (even if it’s not very much) to prepare help a person deal with these things better? Like a rational, level-headed individual?
By the time a person is my age (old) you would hope that we would learn to deal with things in an adult manner, and turn to problem solving and working together in order to work through a crisis.
While life has dealt me a lot of crappy hands in this game over the years, some of them like a sledgehammer to the knee caps, it has helped me with those mad problem solving skillz.
Or so I thought.
Death, divorce, disease, financial ruin, even natural disaster. Yep, I’ve had em all in my life. I am still kicking, and you’d think that I would be like Chuck Norris now, when it comes to this kind of shit.
Not so much. A lot of you know I got married in May. Let me just tell you that my advanced age did not prevent me from becoming an overwrought, shrieking Bridezilla as the big day drew near. EVERYTHING felt like a crisis. Why do we let that happen? It’s just so ridiculous!
The night before the wedding, we had our rehearsal at the church. We had decided to go totally casual for the rehearsal dinner. Guests were arriving,many after long flights and drives. It was hot, and they were tired. We thought pizza, salad, dessert and cold drinks at the church would be great. No one would have to dress up or find a restaurant in a strange town.
I had arranged to have this dinner delivered to the church on a specific date, at a specific time. In true anal-retentive over planned bride to be fashion, I had confirmed this rehearsal dinner three times with the restaurant manager.
Our rehearsal ended AT 6:15. Dinner was to be delivered at 6:30. (By this time, any bride knows that you are following a very tight schedule and any variation no matter how minute, can send our over stressed bride into a tail spin)
6:30, 6:35, 6:45-no dinner. 30 hot, tired, hungry people, one freaked out bride. I called the pizza place in a panic. The manager (even after multiple confirmation calls) scheduled our dinner to be prepared and delivered on SATURDAY! The day of the wedding.
I totally lost it. I went from “very stressed” to hot-mess-meltdown-worthy-of-a-reality-tv-show in about 10 seconds flat.
I was so out of it and freaked out, I didn’t even know what to do. I told the pizza place I would call them back so they could
suffer my wrath some more make things right when I calmed down. After breathing into a paper bag for a few minutes and a lot of tears and screaming, I got my Busey on and called them back.
So, we had a happy ending. The restaurant bowed to my unreasonable demands~even giving us an extra gift card for our trouble and all were well fed. But I was pretty upset with the way I handled this “crisis” when in reality, crisis is hardly the word I should use.
After the loss of a business to a tornado, caring for an ill parent, the sudden death of the other, divorce and all that other stuff, you’d think I’d be more of an adult over something so trivial. I really hope it was just a very bad case of bridzilla-itis, and that in the future, I will keep my cool when things go wrong.