I woke up this morning in a foul ass mood. I was looking for a fight. I have no reason why. Just woke up pissed. Lately it seems like all we do is bleed money on a career change that has yet to offer any sustainable income. We have to bleed some more. Maybe that is what pissed me off. I don't know.
I sat down drank some coffee, smoked a few cigarettes. Wanting to stew in my anger. Where I would clinch my fists and release to the point where I would just pop like a cork. Funny thing happened on the way to that pop. Out of the blue a conversation my best friend and I had came to mind. Why get pissed, or stressed? Does it solve anything? The answer to both is no. People talk about going to their "happy spot" I went back to something I had written when traveling home over the weekend. I posted it previously. Talk about kicking your own ass out of a funk!!! I read and remembered that morning. The anger has faded. We are faced with what we are faced with.
Anger has a way of clouding up determination. It handicaps perseverence. It screws up ones resolve. It gives a foot hold. To allow evil to walk in a play with the idol hands that are wrapped up in rage. Not a good place to eh? That's what I thought.
Why get pissed? Just re-enlist.
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