I sat down to do my morning pages just to realize a startling fact:
I had already done them.
I had forgotten that I had written them already today.
Gawd, you always go on about writing them. Then you forgot?
Yep. I forgot. I forgot because I had written them so fast. I had written them so fast because I was seething. I was seething because I was trying to sign up on a new Web site and was having technical difficulties, which led to an inner temper tantrum.
That Web site got a few choice words from me… in the privacy of my own journal.
After I spewed out my venomous rage about said site onto the page, I went for a very long walk and listened to my meditation CD. I needed to calm the eff down.
There she goes not swearing again. WE KNOW what “eff” means.
Sigh. Anyway. Then I came back to the office feeling spent but better, so much better in fact that I had forgotten the whole episode of angst.
This is a new development for me and I like it. I like it very much.
We like it too, but we’d prefer if you use the “eff” word.