Anger

Written 3/25/20

Anger aka How I Wish I’d Acted.

The other evening, I had an angry outburst at my children.

I had just finished my work week at a local hospital amid the dawning of the Corona Era.

I grounded myself upon my return home. I took a shower. I took my two dogs out for a deliberate wander along our property line. I spent some time alone creating art.

I reentered family life.

And soon, all the peace I had been accumulating

splattered in a rage filled outburst.

I scared my children.

I scared myself.

I am scared.

I do not want a repeat.

Why the Christmas tree?

My mom said, “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

THAT is the gift.