I'm Not Sure What Happened

Posted by on Jul 31, 2009 in Uncategorized | No Comments

Every morning my husband gets a weather report and it has nothing to do with 110 degrees hot and sunny (which is the looped recording we get here in Phoenix). He gets it from me.

I can be a little moody. I contend everyone is a great deal more moody than they acknowledge. Usually when folks get upset they attribute it to a situation without first assessing their own emotional landscape, which is a mistake – and clearly a blog for another day.

Be that as it may, I am moodier than most. (ask anybody who lives with me). I have a great out-of-the-house edit button that I perfected in court. You can’t go passing your bad moods around when you have a robe on. I believe more judges should be emotionally aware – did a judicial education course on that which was not well received – got racial and everything – but, that too, is a subject for another day.

Here, in my own home (which I pay the mortgage on) I feel a certain sense of entitlement. That having been said, I don’t believe I should just blithely pass my attitude along. That’s the whole purpose of the weather report. To put a name on any mood I might be sporting in the morning so I can keep an eye on my lesser self and just as a precaution so everybody knows what’s up. Was preparing the weather report for today and to my surprise we have an unusual weather pattern I have not seen in a while:

Without any warning from threatening skies, Bitch Lynn blew in some time last night. Winds up to 100 miles an hour. I don’t know what happened, but I’m irritated.

Here’s the thing. Nobody is going to get knocked down. I am aware and I am responsible. I will be extra nice. I will request space. I will barricade myself in my room if I have to.

I write this to give my irritation form so I can have ‘you know who’ in my sights and not let her run my day. Usually I ask for personal prayer. Today you might want to throw up one for the family.

Peace – I’m looking for it.

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