How does one boldly handle irritability that arises for no particular reason or at least has nothing to do with the innocents who cross one's path?
I have an idea that total withholding of the snappishness that longs to surface isn't good for the relationships. But neither is the full-strength snapping.
Intellectually I know that the right thing is to say: I'm in an irritable mood. Then the other person can proceed forewarned. But that doesn't feel particularly satisfying. In fact, the prospect annoys me more.
Exercise is always good, gardening in particular. But I need to work just now.
Looking out my office window to the deck of the house door next has possibilities. The 46 year-old woman who lived there died two weeks ago of pancreatic cancer. As I sit here, that approach is starting to work.
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009
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