Life is beautiful.

Since Wednesday I’ve been a bit all over the place.

I woke up to a narcissist, convicted felon,  was made president.

Stunned I was. I couldn’t even speak.

By Thursday I was pissed as fuck and I didn’t care who knew it. I wore my rage through and through.

I’ve been working at peace for years.

By Friday I found my peace again.

I think about why I was ready to rip someone’s head off, not joking.

I actually could kill someone. I have the ability and skill to kill other people.

However, the one time, I had to use self defense was against my nephew. In less than ten seconds I was ready to snap his neck.

It’s why that night, nephew lived, I decided to become a pacifist.

I wasn’t angry, in fact I was empty of emotion.

That I thought of violence, I’m ashamed of myself because I know better.

That’s what pisses me off, that I allowed myself to get that angry.

I’m mad at me.

I work at peace daily, throughout the day.

That I was stunned, and then pissed off, tells me I need to work on what can stun me.

I need to work at what can piss me off.

I need to work on me.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.