I started feeling better yesterday. Yay for me! I was still stuffed up a bit, and the cough that won’t quit…well, it won’t quit. But still, when I got to work I was in a better mood, certainly more upbeat, and ready to face the challenges of the night. Today I feel even better. I have a little tickle in my chest, and I still sound sick and congested, but I can breathe! Which is a definite bonus. I like breathing. It’s totally awesome.
As I was driving home last night, I kept thinking about a co-worker to whom I had voiced a lot of my frustrations over the last two weeks – just negative, negative thinking and feelings. And I can hope (wish?) that it was a symptom of being sick, even though I do have a tendency to get easily frustrated and, though I hate to admit it, angry. In a nutshell, I want things to go my way. Because, you know, I am The Great and Powerful Oz. My way is best, so you’d best do it my way. Normally I can keep that all in my head. But when I’m sick or just at the end of my proverbial rope, Woosh!, or whatever sound a geyser makes, because it’s like a geyser of bitchyness all up in here. continue reading…
steadily skipping stones 