(In case you were wondering.)
Today we went shopping to pick up juice, creamer, vitamins and margarine.
On the way to the back of the store, we passed the baby section.
I gave it the finger, as hard as I could, the whole way by.
Never even looked in that direction.
Hand high up in the air, That Lone Finger stabbing relentlessly at the air that it was slicing through, I walked on by, emanating the directive.
You know. THE directive.
I think that’s right on par with where I should be in the healing process.**
**According to Lotus’s Handy Dandy 23423042394 Step Guide to Healing from being SUPER Frackin’ Pissed Off at the World at Large as well as Specific Elements of It in Particular, thank you very much.
Also, I have something(s) to share with you soon. Not now, because I don’t feel like it yet. But soon.