Now it is afternoon, and only 2 hours and 20 minutes left in my work day, things are looking up. After my pissed off scramble home, only to fall on the treacherous path from my car to my house, I walked into detox. Ahh detox.
There was a note on the door.
And as I opened the door I saw a laundry basket blocking my way. On it was a note, kleenex, a CD walkman with earphones, and a decorated cheese box.
On the CD walkman was a note that told me to press play.
I did.
Relaxing music poured through my ears.
There was a decorated cheese box.
I opened it.
Inside was an accordion of notes. Each one effecting me differently as I followed the spiral down.
The Kleenex.
To get out any remaining anger and nastiness that my toxic work place infected me with. To spit, to cry. An out.
With Easter candy in my hands I went through the detox process leaving my anger at the door. I went in to find a yummy healthy salad, and a smiling soul mate.
I am still digesting the effects, and tonight promises more water than this grey rain outside. A splash. A reflective glimmer. And a hope that whatever tension is left will flow out of me.
Thank you to all who make me smile and show me light, even in my darkest moments.
Blessings.

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