As usual, my inspiration went a bit off the rails. At first that aggravated me as I sat down with every intention to bang my head against the desk until I trudged my way through my original desired topic (trust, if you're curious).
Today's topic ended up being temper. As in, I have a helluva.
I can simmer for a while, but once the train has left the station, I'm not calming down anytime soon. My dad, at the height of youth and frustration, was known to punch holes in walls once or twice. So I come by it honestly. For the record, I haven't assaulted any drywall either. Well... full disclosure, I fell out of bed once and knocked a knee-sized pothole into the wall. K should have been for klutz.
When I'm seething with rage, when I want to verbally flay the skin from someone's musculature, when I've had enough, I need to laugh, I need cute, fuzzy animals to snuggle, I need... most probably, quiet time and a nap. And only those things after I've made it past the point I'm ready to rip the hair from my head and scream until my throat bleeds.
This inner peace stuff is harder some days than others.
I don't like being angry (or going supernova). It took me a long time to allow myself to be okay with being
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