KICKING THE TIRES OF JANUARY 27 2020

Since the last post, it’s wading waist deep in mud up to my hips. Slog, slog, slog, each day until arriving exhausted to sundown and early retirement to bed.

I’m a horse saddled with resentment, criticism, and smoldering anger (senior moment: it took me 30 seconds to remember that word ‘smoldering.’) From the time I was twelve, my personality has rested on a bed of banked embers, that flare at the slightest provocation. Today, I destroyed a snake plant that had the temerity to fall out of its pot.

My heart’s desire (for today at least) is living the rest of my days feeling happy and serene. I am one of the lucky ones who found it easy to stop smoking: I just stopped lighting up. Why not be one of the lucky ones who drop the habit of anger the same way: just don’t light up.

graphic of angry ghost
The anger phantom