I got so pissed this morning, I could spit.
Would you say that I'm saying this literally or figuratively?
FYI: I did not, am not, nor will I spit about what got me furious. Spitting I reserve for when I am sick (better out than in, right?) or for root hormone (some gardeners say that spit makes a good substitute). The Mama pretended to spit whenever she broke glass, followed by a plea to Mary, Jesus, and Joseph that they don't hold the broken glass as a point against her.
Too much TMI? Sorry.
I continue. The cause for my growling spew?
Let's simply say that my tolerability cap for political beliefs got blown off for a moment. I allowed myself to care that I was disappointed about humanity and so became bummed. As you can see, not anymore.
The Husband and I took a drive to Freedom to purchase food for our precious, and spoiled, Molly the Cat. The 60-mile round trip drive, more or less, had us rolling by green hills and zigzagging through a canyon and among farm fields, all glistening of last night's rain. The sight of the greening landscape, along with talking with the Husband, moved me from disappointment to disgust to growls to finally back to tolerance. In other words, I am not going to let how others think keep me down or bum me out.
Creativity. Resourcefulness. Flexibility. Resiliency. Empathy. Compassion. Faith. That's the light I strive to stay in. Yeah, that's the ticket.