Emotions

Today I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I knew it because nothing felt right. Internally, I felt unbalanced and irritated by the smallest of things…the iron sputtering oddly on my clothes, me not getting up in time to make my lunch, feeling tired after a full night’s rest, many many irritating functions of life.

My walk to the bus and the ride was peaceful yet, inside, there was that feeling that nothing was calming me down…

I felt like when my niece had choleric and there was nothing: ABSOLUTELY nothing that could calm her down. She cried and cried without the possibility of being sated.

So I have decided I have Onset Adult Choleric (which is way better than when I typed the malapropism--cholera before; for if that were the case, of course I wouldn’t be in the happiest of moods).

As I devise a way to deal with these strong emotions, I can’t help but picture an adult dealing with these in the way a child does…on the floor screaming, incessant wailing, feet stomping, arms flailing…tears, sputum, and mucus oozing out… a child-like tantrum…a hurricane of emotions…an embarrassment…

But a fulfilling end to the rage bottled up with no way out.

So no, as tempting as it may be, I will not turn to this form of delicious embarrassment for solace.

Yet, just the thought of it makes me feel better.

I have found ways to deal with this and many times it turns into running and exercising which is good as it kills two birds with one stone by use of my just invented emotions-to-exercise formula which is the inverse of the eat-your-emotions formula (oh dang I think I’m on to something)

The second way to deal with this…insert odd and weird action here…

Screaming…I did this on my run last week. On my run in the morning (in 16 degree weather) I stopped to look at Lake Michigan, its waves crashing on the edge of the path I was on. I stopped to marvel at its strength and in my Tarzan state, and since no one was around, my emotions, vocal chords and lungs fused to create the catalyst to my fulfillment.

So on we tread in life and when all else fails, run, scream…

…or write about it since this too seems to have helped me immensely.