Mad As Hell

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I’m feeling no pleasure or contentment this morning. I’m mad as hell, sorry I can’t say “And I won’t take it any more“. It’s distressing to learn of another shooting in Minneapolis, the killing of Alex Pretti. It’s distressing to know I am not God and I don’t have any power to change any of the chaos happening in our present day world. Yes, I am mad as hell. I can still yell and rant, let off steam and think of what I can do/change.

We are still in frigid temperatures but the morning is bright and sunny. I am sipping my second cup of tea. I am tapping and trying to still my inner turmoil. There’s much not right within as there is without. I confess, I am not blameless. I am not perfect. It makes me mad as hell. I’m breathing out smoke and fire. I am keeping my head and my mouth shut. I will not talk about my list of sins. They are bigger in my head than in reality. I am perhaps full of self importance. I need to lighten up.

Here’s what I will do. Finish my tea. Finish this post. Practice ASL with Bill Vicars on YouTube. I know the whole alphabet. It is relaxing practicing my abc’s. Not so good with fingerspelling. It is so fast and my brain is so slow. It sure takes my mind off the toxic stuff. I am learning another language and improving my brain health.

Yikes, it is almost lunch time. I have to get my mind out of the toxic soup and get a move on. The day is marching on. Another post for the Ultimate Blog Challenge.