I’ve been back to angry this week. OK, seething. What sucks is there is no exact event to lay blame for the anger – I am just ANGRY.
I know it all goes back to the junk that is coming up from my childhood, and I am sure it’s part of “the process” to get past it (or at least I assume – I don’t see my therapist till later this month)… and I think (hope) I have been much better at keeping Declan from being the brunt of my anger during this round. But Bryan has felt it, for sure. And Steve Jobs felt it in my post yesterday. But he deserves it with that iLife crap, anyway.
So, I’ll apologize for my latent f-bombs as I continue on my journey. It’s such a weird experience to wake up MAD AS HELL. For no reason. Well, there is a reason, just not a recent one.
On a brighter note, I took portraits of the two most adorable little moppets today and that is certainly enough to wipe the cobwebs of vexation from anyone’s mind.
I’ll post those soon.