My boat was fine.
My mind was not.
It happened quickly. Before I could stop it. Before I really knew what was happening to me.
Likely, it’s common to most of us.
It’s how we deal with it. Or get over it.
This morning I’m over it. But as I rewind to my actions of yesterday I hide my head in shame.
The breaking point was when a teacher stood at the doorway of the classroom. I’m struggling with learning InDesign and F***! was the only word coming out of my mouth.
Compounded deadlines looming. I’d asked my classmate to help me. Meanwhile, I’m pulling my hair out and heaving huge sighs like that of a cow waiting for their morning hay.
“All that negative energy,” the teacher in the doorway observes.
What you put out there comes back to you.
Here I was compiling my own emotions into one massive knot.
As it turns out, I didn’t get done what I planned to.
But I woke up this morning with gratitude. I’ve learned my lesson.
At all times.
Stay in control.