This morning was a step backward in maintaining zen. I yelled a little. About things that weren’t all that important.
When I apologized to one victim, I realized I was approaching him with my arms crossed. My, what welcoming body language. So I put my hands on his shoulders, looked him in the face and apologized. Mark one for being a grown up.
Not only was that not nice, it was pretty immature. It said more about my powerlessness than about her. I don’t exactly have loads of pictures of her on my phone, however, so I had to problem solve. I went to Facebook and took a picture of her in one of our oldest daughter’s pictures. I didn’t even choose a bad picture. And I took the picture of her face, not her ass.
Wow. Am I grown up or what? One step closer to adulthood.