Deb saw it first, presented as a meme on Facebook…

“Not my circus, not my monkeys.”

She shared it with me, then we kinda made it our mantra.

“Not my circus, not my monkeys. Not my circus, not my monkeys. Not my circus, not my monkeys.”

It’s actually a Polish saying, and it’s good to remember when the world seems to demand that you get involved in each and every one of its dramas.

Two co-workers are battling over who used the last ream of copy paper in the cabinet, and each is bugging you with their side of the story.

Or everybody on Twitter is facing off over Hillary’s emails.

Or your sister is pissed because your mother told her that you yada, yada, yada…

This stuff takes up a lotta time. It wastes a lot of energy. And the truth is, it usually has nothing to do with you.

In other words — it’s not your circus, and your monkeys weren’t anywhere in the neighborhood.

So just a quick tip…

Take care of your OWN dramas. Skip the rest.

Handle your own goddamn monkeys. And if anyone else has the chutzpah to send THEIR monkeys over the fence and into your yard, you might think about installing an electric fence.

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