I have been angry today. I know, I'm angry many days, but this one was worse than most. Someone who has dealt with Jim over the years has turned out to be a thief and a liar. Most sad.
However, I am attempting to channel my anger to positive endeavors. When I feel like stomping, screaming, cursing, or throwing breakables into concrete walls...I will write songs, poems, prose or journals.
I'm not sure what religious or spiritual label I would place on myself at this phase in my life so I'm just gonna go with Bohemian. Turning fifty was liberating because I don't care (too much) what anyone else thinks of me, my music, my writing, my house, my gray hair or my lifestyle. I am a wanderer, vagabond and fairly-free spirit.
This is my pledge to TRY to be a calmer person. I can't ever promise because (as I mentioned in a past blog) I'm too superstitious and promises always bite me in the butt.
Bear with me because I think I "found" myself and I like what I found, although a bit lesser angrier me would be more likeable. It's Bohemidippity for me!!!
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