So glad H didn't text or call etc. because I wanted to wield the Whack a Spouse hammer.
Why? You ask.
No reason, no reason at all. It was me. My procrastination, a head cold, too little time and too much to do. Feeling a little sorry for myself and looking for someone to blame.
Looking at the reasons one feels the way one does is not easy. Some pretty ugly truths. But in the end, I took responsibility for my emotions today and just sat with them.
Rumi wrote about the guest house. Emotions should all be welcomed and greeted as friends; fear, anger, resentment. For they may n=be sweeping the house clean in order to make room for the next set of guests
