One of my pet peeves (I, who
spend entirely too much time driving the California freeways) is drivers who
don’t use their turn signals. Come on, when traveling down the freeway, the
last thing you need is some driver cutting in front of you without even the
hint of a warning. Namely, said turn signal.
Turn signals were invented
for a reason: safety! It’s just dangerous not to let fellow occupants of the
road know what you’re about to do. Plus, to my mind, it’s disrespectful and
discourteous. So there.
But the other day, after
spending a good 10 minutes ranting, albeit silently and alone in my car, about
the latest no-turn-signal driver’s behavior, a saying flashed through my mind:
“Not my circus, not my monkeys.” As in, that driver’s behavior, and others like
theirs, isn’t mine to fix or correct, so not my “circus,” and they are
definitely “not my monkeys.”
Huh. So I just wasted 10
precious minutes of my life on something that isn’t my business in the first
place, and about which I can do absolutely nothing. Talk about a wake-up call! I
started logging how much time I focus on circuses that aren’t mine, trying to
corral monkeys that aren’t mine either. In a word, too much.
I put myself on a “circus and
monkeys” diet. Now, when I catch myself obsessing about something like that, I
switch my focus as quickly as possible to something pleasing to focus on, like
the beauty of nature all around us. Or on something that is in my “circus and
monkey” domain, like how to handle a problematic work situation.
Life is too valuable to waste
on situations we can do nothing about. So give up other people’s circuses! They
are not worth your time or your energy. Tend to your own monkeys, your life
will be better for it.