5:30 this morning i woke with rage in me.
how is it possible to wake in a bad mood
before ones toes have graced the chilly hardwood floors?
before one’s eyes have fluttered open…
even before the smell of coffee
and the barrage of the days to do’s have started filing into the brain
like militant little soldiers?
but there it was, solidly perched at the foot of the bed….
and it followed me, in the predawn darkness,
all the way to the gym as i sat on my bike,
arms crossed to the world,
water bottle forgotten,
tank top on backwards,
scowl on my face....
then i caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and thought….
lady, you’ve got one hour to pull your shit together.
sooo, i started imagining riding down a long stretch of road in a forest of green.
and the road coming at me was rage red, angry and full of pot holes…
but i let it come….
all my crankiness and my grumps,
my complaints and my bitches
they all came baring down upon me,
fast and furious
but the second they hit the front wheel,
i rolled right over them
and let them go.
and in that moment the road turned from red
to a luminous shade of silver
streaming out behind me like a riverlet of forgivness.
perhaps it was…
but in a flash, i left crankiness in a ditch
and was on the road
...to a much brighter day
smiles ~ m