Bookshelf Nearly Fell on my Dad

Was helping with some technological problems in the house.

A phone wire was shot.

As my dad was trying to adjust himself, sitting on a stool while holding onto a bookshelf for support.

Within a fraction of a second, the bookshelf and the contents fell forward.

My reaction time was so slow, I just screamed.

Luckily the bookshelf fell away from my dad.

Luckily the bookshelf was lightweight, made of sawdust.

Luckily the bookshelf had light containers and light papers.

But I was really upset.

And I am still really upset.

It's not like spilling milk, especially in public, especially in front of a gentleman named Gerald who you had a crush on but now has found his lady friend.

This was a bookshelf.

And by Grace of God no one got hurt.

I'm still really really upset by this.

And it made me angry.

Because I'm dealing with other past issues in my own way.

But now, I'm back to being sad and upset at the whole thing.

And sad and upset at myself for being angry.

OK, angry is an emotion, there are ways to harness it.

Just like you use sails to harness the wind to go to your destination, no matter what direction the wind blows.

I'm really really upset.

My dad seems to have gotten over it quickly.

Or maybe it's because he deals with real problems that no one should have to deal with.

Writing out what is really wrong helps.

Trying my pen at a novel, and most of it is fueled by my emotions.

But I notice, if I work on the novel before I sleep, I cannot sleep.

But if I write on IndusLadies before I sleep, I sleep peacefully.

Both things are equal and opposite in attraction, like Ying and Yang.

Ok, I feel slightly better, I think I'll give myself a foot massage........

 

Thanks Ladies, I feel much better now!!!