Queen Anne's Lace

In a moment of hormone-induced impatience, life gave me these choices:

a) blow a gasket
b) breathe

I think it’s important to note that these really are choices. Sometimes blowing a gasket is inevitable and even necessary, and then the important thing is doing so in a way that doesn’t cause harm to yourself or others.

But today, I really didn’t want to choose that. I wanted to remember that it was a choice, and I chose to de-escalate what I would tell was rumbling in my body.

This meadow nearby helped a lot. It was as if it was saying, “Hey, Jena. C’mere. Look. Take this in for a moment.”

There was some sight resistance — the gasket part feeling a little disappointed maybe, not *wanting* to calm down (imagine that in a whiny voice).

But in this case, with so much Queen Anne’s Lace as my only witness, option b really was the kinder choice.