I am a tornado of feelings tonight.
Feelings of goodwill, feelings of sheer terror, feelings of misgiving, feelings of seething, raging anger (that may be the dominant one!).
And then I read this.
And Connie somehow grounded me.
She reminded me that All Of It, every last frickin thing, is fleeting.
The goodwill will be replaced with its usual cynicism.
The terror will either culminate, or pass by.
The misgivings will either come to naught, or blow up into a full catastrophe.
The anger. Oh, the anger.
It isn't worth my time, or the effort required to pay it heed.
Instead, I will think about my hands, and all of the things my own hands have done.
And I will pray that I can keep these hands from closing around a particular neck....
just kidding!!
