i n h a l e. pause. e x h a l e. [repeat until all stress goes away]
unload.
it started as a normal friendly conversation unencumbered with emotional luggage or animosity. in fact, i was in high spirits then. and what i said was a completely innocent remark, mumbled with, to a certain extent, nonchalance and apathy, and there he went snapping at me. duh. where did that come from? will it be like this all the time? nopesy daisy. me no likey.
that’s one stressful event out.
discontent is a bitter pill stuck in my throat. my utterances are sweet, but the moment i shut up and deal, its powerful taste arrests me from the back of my mouth. don’t wanna gag. but my body refuses to accept it. can’t even begin to tell him about it. not today. too busy.
that’s two.
i feel pooped; i think i have MPS. is he tired? my eyes sting. is he crying? i yawn. is he asleep? bored? and why am i thinking in polarity? focus on self. take out spa membership card, walk two blocks, and have a eucalyptus full body swedish with seaweed wrap and a salt glow scrub. sip some japanese cherry tea and smell vanilla candle fumes. pick up a book. let your mind wander. rest.
so many more..
do i tell him about it? not today. too busy.
i n h a l e. pause. e x h a l e. [repeat until all stress goes away]
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