It is awful for me to awaken angry. While I kind of understand that “working out” helps to relieve anger, anxiety or what have you, it seems I might have to spend six hours on a treadmill to come close.
I’m not violently angry, and perhaps is more “frustration” than anger, but I’m not certain at all…and that disturbs me, as I should have a better handle on myself.
This bloody litigation from the newspaper weighs heavily and has the potential of costing me a pretty penny. I’m still remarkably disturbed at my wife’s drunkeness the other night; and her subsequent desire to go out and buy some new clothes. Hell, she has closet’s full. She could probably go a year and have a different outfit daily.
A bean counter at a client wants to stiff me for a grand. Simply put, he’s wrong, I’m right contractually, but it remains an issue with which I still have to deal.
And, of course, the world at large perturbs me on a daily basis.
I know that this is life and it’s life, more than likely, for all of us in one way or another.
But it would be nice to have a single 24-hour period of grace from it, simple peace without that “proverbial care in the world.”
