I got flustered/frustrated a couple of times recently. Reflecting on them, there were a couple of obvious reminders.
For example, I was short on sleep and more susceptible to frustration. I wasn’t communicating well either – likely compounded by the tiredness. Regardless, I should have known and done better.
But the biggest reminder of them all was just how useless it was. Being flustered and frustrated was a charade that accomplished nothing and made me and everyone around me feel worse.
Skip the tantrum. It is called a tantrum for a reason.
