Anger sure is a part of grief. I always knew that intellectually, and I've seen it in other people but man oh man has it ever come home to roost this week. I could get so mad so easily at so many people. It's like I'm roaming around looking from side to side just WAITING for an easy target. I should have a T-shirt made with this symbol:
Along with the warning: "Contents Under Pressure". My daughter -- with the arm that won't move due to the car accident -- is overwhelmingly bringing me shame by being far more mature than I am or have ever been - even in my writing. She's being gracious to the people who went through the red light, and politely telling them they can come over and look at the car (the husband didn't believe there was substantial damage to it..but lo and behold the insurance company WROTE IT OFF). This all made me mad, and I would have said to the dude on the phone "look...your wife ran a red light. This means you have ZERO RIGHT TO PHONE ME so... p*** right off"
Ya.
Everything I write about in my book is completely contrary to projecting one's anger onto another like this but hey...my mother died and my daughter's career might be messed up all in one week. So - I can at least THINK it, can't I?
Okay...I THINK I need double the time in prayer and meditation from today on...
In fact, I'm sure of it.
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“My recipe for dealing with anger and frustration: set the kitchen timer for twenty minutes, cry, rant, and rave, and at the sound of the bell, simmer down and go about business as usual” ~ Phyllis Diller
When I was regularly writing sermons, a newsletter, and a newspaper column, I began collecting quotes. Sometimes they still come in handy.
KICK SOMETHING!
Just kidding...
That is a great quote. And a good idea. But maybe set the timer for a couple days.
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