While explaining what going on strike meant to me, here is what I said to my family:
"Going on strike means striking in a friendly manner, suggesting that, in addition to enjoying your company, I'll continue to smile warmly at each of you while refraining from doing anything on this list." ...
"But Mom, who's going to do everything if you don't?"
"Hmmm ... Good question. Guess while my mind is resting, you'll pull together, like teammates, and figure out a game plan for yourselves."
Right from the get go, I loved where my positively focused thus 'bright' idea was going :)
Since my heart, mind and gut agreed that my reaction to exhaustion had been addressed in a respectful, loving, logical and wholesome manner rather than one that proved resentful, defensive, and conflicted, I found myself on the receiving end of reactions, proving to be as respectful, loving, logical and wholesome as my own. That does not mean to say that every emotional reaction, which ensued in the aftermath of our family meeting, was cool, calm and connected to logic. In fact, posts describing family life during my strike is where the laughs begin, and if, upon reflection, the truth be told, I'm tickled to say that the person whose good natured laughter rang out most often, during this time when my strike kicked off positive change, was ... my own :)
Ahhh, tis good when a well-thought out plan, considering the welfare of all, meets with success when put to the test!
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