The Importance of Being Insane

Early this morning I woke up with explosive mind. It began with internal iching I felt far below the skin. I so didn't like this feeling because I felt helpless. Nothing I couldn't do about it, but it felt so uncomfortable! I tried to sit and read a book, but didn't work. I was tired and grumpy. Tried to lie down again. Restless. Sat again in my bed. Just sat. Then I felt the sadness spreading through my body. Then the anger steaming through. Anger I addressed to those who even didn't really know me - let alone knew that I put the blame on them. I tried to calm myself down to no success. So I just let it out. Hit the bed, hard and fast. Screaming through the pillow - which created those weak squeeky sound - but unbelievably relieving. Then, the storm subsided, and I felt asleep - soundly - till the alarm woke me up. And hatred no more. Blaming no more. I'm so thankful. Today is beautiful, and we did one good deed to the handyman doing our project - giving away something that he wants - we knew it because he asked to pay for it - and we're just giving him. How nice to see his happiness.