My angry eyes are usually tucked away in a nice little hiding place I like to call THE LAND OF I’M FINE.
I have ’em. (Who doesn’t?) but they hardly come out to play. I have never been a wear-your-heart-on-your-sleeve type. Usually, when I’m angry or hurt or upset, you can’t tell. I wear my happy eyes and go about my merry way. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I am an *expert* at saying I’m fine. Even when I’m not fine.
and I’m not talking about when Andy Roddick loses (waaah!) or when Drew Barrymore starts speaking (the pain!) and when some fucker cuts me off in traffic (hate!). I’m talking about real anger. real sadness. real hurt. Occasionally, the angry eyes come out…and it’s like I’m like that girl from The Ring. Angry and ugly and scary as hell. I yell. I scream. I use sarcasm and passive aggression, almost too well.
Unfortunately for Jack and Ilana…they had to witness it first-hand last night (on their anniversary too). My anger and my hurt and my frustration about something going on in my life. (not something they did. they just were forced to witness it)
Ilana tried rice tea for the very first time last night and her mug came complete with the steps for living a long and healthy and successful life. They included such wisdom as
and the one Ilana reminded me of. perhaps the most important one.
less anger, more laughter.
and she and her mug are 100% right. less anger. more laughter. I’ve put the angry eyes away so I can focus on the good things. The things that make me smile.
like Isabella’s very first-ever ponytail! It only took us almost 4 years to get there!
and my dog walking my niece niece walking my dog.
you know, the good stuff.
like the friends who remind you about THE MUG.