A giant ball of anger, frustration, and sadness. I hate hate hate avoiding issues. I hate the constant hamster-wheel of negative thoughts, the perpetual knot writhing in my belly (with corresponding ishy feelings), the elephant lurking everywhere. And yet at the moment I’m stuck here until acceptance wins or avoidance drives me over the proverbial end of my patience.
Ha. Patience. No one has ever accused me of having any of that, for certain.
Perhaps this is a karmic lesson in exactly that.
If so, I don’t like it.