It's been a hell day. One of those days when edginess is a bad thing, not a hip thing. Between computers being obtuse, people even more so, and printers having themselves hissy fits, it could have been all too easy to let the beginnings of my bad mood snowball.
I opted to go outside instead, with the hope that a dose of sunshine and some green and growing things might help ease me into a less cranky place.
This place worked its magic. I know it doesn't look like much,but believe me, there's something about a little bird song, the sound of the wind brushing through the leaves, and the sounds of someone singing in their office that just made the day that much brighter.
Perhaps because I've been listening to some of the older music from my collection lately, one of my favourite songs from Bridge Over Troubled Water popped into my head at the height of the afternoon madness, and kept playing over and over in my personal sound track:
"In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev’ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains…
A few times this past week I've considered just saying "I am leaving" to many things... and yet I remain, using what's at my disposal to stay centred, stay positive, and look for the beauty.