Moving beyond the comfort zone: The poetry of breathing into the spaces beyond.Read More
"Look at the moon", I thought.
"How pretty it is this evening."
We were in another argument. Unlike the car that was speeding down the highway, this heated conversation was going absolutely nowhere.
I kept trying to bite my tongue. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to escape to when you are in a car. Those nasty thoughts and retorts that were sizzling in my head certainly didn't need to be spoken. But the more taunts he threw out, the harder it was to resist.
He was running late.
I stood there, leaning against the car, fuming.
I was proud of myself for not yelling (yet), and for doing all I could to help him get ready (even though it wasn't my job).
But as I glanced at my watch again and again, I just kept getting angrier. He knew what time we had to leave! What are they going to think if we are late? Why should I have to be the one to deal with the consequences of his actions??