Shake Frustration?
I couldn't do it, she followed me to the bathroom.
Dodge Fury?
Nope, not that either, it eeked-out onto the page of a letter I was writing.
Part with Pain?
That only made me more conscious of not getting what I want, not being where I want, not having what I want - in the worst way. Angst and upset follow me like hungry dogs. Sniffing at the basement door while I head down to check the furnace. Tension and unjust politics simmer in the light from the snowy window. The news only gets worse by the day.
A Time Bomb soiled my favorite grey pants, stained my wool sweater, tainted my smile.
Grabbed my keys and left the house.
Decided to run my errands -
pick up items from several clients who'd called earlier in the week sayin' "Paula, I have some things for you, when are you coming by again?"
The Farmers Market vendors handed over creamy cheese, soothing yogurt, crisp carrots, beets, fresh brown eggs and parsnips. I got a few boxes of truffles for my clients.
Headed back to Dreaded Steam at home.
The only relief is to do one thing.
Make a call.
Send a text.
Reach out with an email.
Meditate.
Write a blog.
Tell me one thing in the comments you do to survive Angerfrustrationupsetfurybeingmad.
Then share.
Thanks!