Coward

A few days ago something happened. I cannot share what it was exactly, but it made me feel bad. Bad about myself and who I am. It took a little while for me to get over it and then I got mad.

Really mad.

I was angry on so many levels. I wanted to drag others into the fray just so I could gripe and grumble about it. I dreamt of it and then woke up angry ready to strike out at the one who caused me (and others) pain, humiliation and anger.

I shared my tale of woe with two close friends, both of whom were shocked (one even cursed and she seldom does that!). I felt better. I was justified in my anger.

Then last night, as I lay in bed thinking over the event I came to a startling realization: I didn't have to allow this person so much space in my head.

Eureka!

I allowed a sniveling, faceless whiner to rent space in my brain for three days.

What was I thinking. Okay, we know what I was thinking...

In all honesty, I let my emotions get the better of me. It's a pretty standard event for me. I'm quick to build mountains out of mole hills, it's a gift. It truly is.

Is too!

Not that I'm letting this back-stabbing cupcake off the hook, but to allow someone free reign in your head is a waste of time, effort, and sleep. Frankly, this individual isn't worth the cyberspace I'm writing this blog in.

Only small, weak people attack from behind. Like Robert Ford who shot Jesse James in the back, this person who attempted to knife me is a coward.

That's right, I call YOU coward! You yellow-bellied snake in the grass!

It took three days, but I'm done listening to your voice slither around my mind. You can't take anything from me and you can only destroy me if I allow you to.

Guess what? It ain't gonna happen.