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I have never been comfortable with the phrase, “not my problem,” but I’m learning.

In the past, thinking or saying such a thing seemed harsh, insensitive. Granted, it may not be my problem, but to just blatantly declare my distance felt…mean.  Then I learned this Polish saying and I’m beginning to understand.

Nie moj cyrk, nie moje malpy, literally translated means Not my circus, not my monkeys.  

Isn’t that great?  In other words, not my problem, but different, clever and there are monkeys so it can’t be that harsh.  I love this saying, it reminds me to live my life differently.

There’s no reason for me to be dealing with other people’s monkeys.  I mean, sure I don’t mind hearing about the monkeys, seeing pictures, or lending an ear, but I’m not babysitting or adopting anyone’s monkey.  They created the circus, popped the tent, and so the monkey and all the responsibilities that go along with that particular act, are theirs.

Such a refreshing concept.

I must reference this saying, either out loud or in my head, two or three times a day.  It is a fun way of reminding myself that I have my own three rings to manage, elephant poop to clean up, light bulbs to change and temperamental performers.  I don’t need to take on additional acts that I didn’t help create.

A big part of life, living under the big top, seems to be about setting boundaries, letting go.  Sure, you can hold someone’s monkey while she climbs down from the tight wire or adjusts her cape, but then give it back.  It’s not yours and whatever you do, don’t take the little fellow home to your tent.

My thoughts from the laundry room.   No Monkey Business Before Bed.

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