When I open my eyes, my soul feels all black-and-blue from the previous night’s battering. It takes me a few moments to get my bearing and
as I roll out of bed and hit the floor to make my coffee, I remember the
letters and the red-hot dragon’s fiery fury. I want to resume where I left off, I want to feel angry, but to my great surprise, I find I used it all up.
I am still frustrated.
I am still confused about the
inexplicable decisions and what seems to me as dismal incompetence of the
administration.
I still want all my questions
answered.
I still want to give them a solid piece of my mind.
But, all the previous night's fury…all the turmoil... ?
I
turn to the left.
I turn to the right…
but the red-hot dragon is… gone!
Where did he go???? I
ask myself, for this is definitely not the usual me.
For, you see, I grew up in the
world where holding grudges - and I am not talking just days and weeks... I am
talking centuries old
grudges - is a national sport…
and cultivating anger is favorite past time.
I didn't even realize that it could be possible to not act
on your anger.
That it is possible to wait out the emotional thunderstorm the
same way one waits out a central-Florida afternoon thunderstorm stuck behind a
full cart in Wal-Mart Supercenter until the thunder and the lightening and
pounding rain passes and the rivers recede into the drainage ponds.
And the blue sky reappears behind the dark clouds.
No comments:
Post a Comment