Wicked Wind

Alright, I’ll come right out and say it. I’m blaming the weather for my bad attitude. The wicked wind that blew in a couple of days ago, turned me into a wicked witch.

Now, you might be saying that I can certainly control my own actions and it makes me sound like victim to lay the blame at Mother Nature’s door, and you might be right. All I know is that when the bitter wind started to blow, the bitterness seemed to latch onto me.

Normally I’m an upbeat, positive person. I like a silver lining in every cloud. But for the last couple of days I’ve struggled with my level of patience. Idiots are the first to be blasted with my wintery tone and glacial stare. And then afterward, I usually feel guilty…usually…for the honesty I’ve hurled.

Maybe I need to meditate. Maybe my chakras were blown out of whack. Maybe my chi needs to be recharged. Maybe I need vitamin D. Who knows? Right now, I’m willing to give them all a try in order to get back to normal…Or at least, what I’ve convinced myself is normal for me.

In the meantime, I’ll try to keep looking for that silver lining.

By the way, I have a new job. And I’m waiting for excitement to sweep over me.

I’ll keep you posted.