I had a realisation the other day - just how much mental colouring still affects my everyday life. And more than that… how much energy it consumes.
I work construction in Denmark. I’m the foreman on a small site, and we’ve got a little trailer where we eat and take breaks. I’ve got a rule: shoes off inside. Keeps it clean.
A while back, my boss came by. Good guy. But he walks straight in with shoes on.
Oh no.
So I tell him - politely - shoes off.
He pushes back a little: “It’ll just be a minute.”
I go, “Exactly. Then you’ll have them back on in a minute.”
He laughs, takes them off. All good.
A few days later, my boss and the site manager go into the trailer for a meeting. I’m outside working.
And then the thought hits me:
What if they’re wearing shoes?
And suddenly my mind just… takes off.
“They don’t respect my rules.”
“He never liked the rule to begin with.”
“If they want me to meet on time, they can take off their damn shoes.”
Adrenaline. Tight chest. Fully ready to go in there and “be firm” - respectfully, of course.
So I build it up. Big deep breath. Walk to the door. Open it.
And there they are. Sitting. Talking.
Shoes in the hallway.
…
I felt like a complete idiot.
And what hit me wasn’t just that I was wrong - but how real it all felt in my body. The tension, the story, the anger. I was legit fired up for 20 minutes over absolutely nothing.
Still kind of amazed how far the mind can run… without checking if the race even exists.