….and finally the tears…
Today started well. A lovely beautiful autumnal morning, beautiful light streaming through the house..
The boys perfectly behaved, both did their homework before they left for school, no tears or tantrums and just jolly little faces.
I was really looking forward to walking the dog along the river, to listening to the peace and quiet, the gentle trickling of the river and perhaps a chapter of my book.
But within 5 minutes, I had been shouted at by 2 dog owners. So I have turned round and am now shaking on my sofa…
Maybe this was the situation I needed to get the pent up anger and frustration out? But where is the anger directed? At the dog? At James? At his parents? At life? At the universe? Life has recently sent me a lot of change, a lot of upset, weirdness, emotion and I have been treading water to stay afloat, stay positive, keeping my head above water so I can see the positives and the horizon to swim for… this small trivial scenario seems to have been a great big hand that has pushed me under the water.
As I sit in my sunlit snug, I can feel the cold tears on my cheeks and it feels good to cry.
And while the darkness of the murky water and sadness shrouds me, I can see bubbles and the light above me…
Time to head up and breathe…
Time to tread water, because my lists and plans await me… they are my strong strokes towards the shore, dry land… safety. I hope there is a large mojito waiting for me!
And there’s my smile….
The dog is sorted. No longer my responsibility. #Ididntwantadog (https://ididntwantadog.wordpress.com/2015/06/17/hello-world/)
Right – where’s my list!