I can't seem to get my mood out of the gutter lately. No end of good, wonderful things are blooming and expressing all around me and I'm sullen and grumpy if not downright pissed off. I'm not sure when it started exactly but any little excuse will keep it going.
I celebrated two years sober yesterday at my home group and connected and reconnected with loads of folks. It was wonderful and unexpected... originally I didn't want to go. I putzed around and got my car serviced, bought some plants (which I just realized are still sitting in the car) and decided to get my nails removed. That sounds funny, right, but most women know what I mean. I was finally fed up with dealing with long nails, beautiful as they are... functionality was more important. Anyhow the lady at the nail salon was boarder line violent... seriously.. I have nail gouges from the dremel tool to prove it. I was MORE MAD AT ME for not saying anything and still tipping her. WTF!!
Other people enjoying life ticks me off too. I'm headed to a conference and I'm speaking later in the day so I need to grab my boot straps or whatever and yank up. I guess this is the result of too much selfish - self centered time alone? I'm grasping here. I was hoping that writing would help. It is SOO much easier to type now, it's actually a joy to type without the claws!
I guess I can go rescue the plants from the car. Spend some time smudging and releasing all this anger, sadness, and bitterdom then get a shower and get on with it. Thanks for listening!
What shall I forgive this day to amuse and delight?
I decided back in November 2015 to make my poetry available and journal online. I'm not exactly sure what "blogging" means but I am quite sure this is an online journal. Feel free to read on with an aire of open minded curiosity. At no time do I intend to offend, judge or pretend to know anything really, I'm just an observer and explorer, as we all are. Feel free to "boldly go" through my observations and perhaps it will spark or inspire. Comments are off because I don't want to be worried about political correctness when I'm writing. I'm not thinking about "you." I'm just writing because it feels "right". Feel free to enjoy or surf on.
Fibber McGee's closet!