Let’s be honest. Life happens. Events and experiences that we would not willingly choose are thrown our way.


Today, we get to take my son’s new car back to the garage for the third time since we got it. We bought it four days ago.

Last week, the server that hosts my websites went down and I have to go into each and reinstall the software.

The lights in my office fused so we decided to replace them. Unfortunately, the new lights don’t cover the gap that was made for the previous set. I now have a hole in my ceiling that needs filling.

These are niggly issues. Part of the ups and downs of life. Not something worth losing any sleep over.

Except that we do.

Maybe not at first. Perhaps we can handle one or two issues without breaking our stride. Make a call; get it fixed; write a letter of complaint. It starts so innocently. Sort and resolve. Fix and move on.

If only we would leave things there!

But there’s a part of us that lurks and waits for the signal to get involved. This is our inner dramatist. Like the script writer on a soap opera, it enjoys the thrill of compelling story lines. And it isn’t long before it gets its hands on our issue and starts to wreak havoc.

Yesterday, I was working with a client having just such an experience. She had recently discovered a small patch of damp in the corner of her bedroom. Where the damp had got into the wallpaper, it had started to bubble and peel away from the wall. By the time I was speaking with her, that damp patch had become a full-blown crisis.

Why does this always happen to me” was her opening gambit.

But when I checked, she hadn’t ever had a problem with damp before.

I simply can’t afford to redecorate the whole house

But as I understood, we were talking about an area in her bedroom around one foot squared.

The builder said I might need to replace the flat roof outside the bedroom

But it turns out that the builder hadn’t actually been to look at her property yet.

My client’s inner dramatist was having a field day and she was totally caught up in the story. Her issue was now a problem.

Maybe you don’t jump to conclusions in the way that my client did, but I bet you have times when you get tangled up in your inner dramatist’s yarn.

Times when those niggly issues get blown out of all proportion. It’s a human trait. We have the ability to use our imagination to conjure up a future, we just don’t always put it to good use.

Anxiety, worry, fear, panic — all of these are signs of an over-active inner dramatist.

More often than not, when you strip back a problem to it’s bare bones, you’ll find that the only problem is a figment of your imagination.

Ask yourself ‘what is really going on here?‘ It probably isn’t that big a deal. And even if it is, your inner dramatist may still be pushing things to the extreme.

You aren’t the victim of circumstance. No one is out to get you. You aren’t paying off a karmic debt.

You’ve just let your inner dramatist turn your issues into problems.

So, for now, I shall take the car back to the garage. I’ll reinstall the software. I’ll fill the hole in the ceiling.

And I won’t give a moment’s thought to the issue before or after.

I’m entirely happy with my life without any added drama. How about you?

Will you be giving your inner dramatist the boot?


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