You start the day able to do plenty of secret good deeds at home before you have to go out and interact with the world. Those deeds are in line with one of the goals you have: to be gentle and treat people with kindness.
… as soon as you are out of the door, one thing after another just keep coming your way, attacking your secret mission of bettering yourself and being a good fellow human.
You tried your best each time to maintain your composure, to stay cool and not be reactive, mentally choosing to be responsive instead. As the day goes by, it gets harder and harder not to slip and lose your grip.
Reminding myself of my intention was the only rope holding me back from changing into a She-Hulk.
The last thing you need is your co-workers thinking you're snapping because of PMS or early menopause.
Drove back and arrived home, you feel deflated.
Tell me ladies, why do I feel like this? How can I avoid the same trap?
Part of me feels like wanting to detail out each event today and what damage it did to me, yet another doesn't necessarily have the mental and emotional capacity to go through the experience again. Another part of me is giving up on retelling the event because “what’s the point? Nothing can change what has happened “
