I’m sitting in a bar, eating pasta and watching the Yankees. Bottom of the 5th, the Yanks are down 0-5 and somewhere, Bruddah is clenching his jaw. Four more innings left to go and though it looks bad now, it could go either way.
Today was that kind of day, a day of dodging, of trying to stay out of the way — of anger, of frustration, of grumpiness. In your own home, things are the way you want them to be — quiet, calm. You get up early, a long hot shower, time for a real breakfast and then you walk outside, or pick up the phone, or open your email and life becomes a game of dodgeball. Some days are easier than others — your own good mood sinks all battleships — and then there are the days, like today, where even the sky feels black and bitter. A fight with one friend, frustration with another, traffic, a talkative neighbor, an angry boss. What do you do? Do you fight back? Defend yourself? Or take a deep breath and think, this will pass.
Tomorrow is Saturday. I don’t have to work. My bathroom’s being painted, a friend’s coming for breakfast, there’s a untried restaurant on the schedule for dinner, good friends to share it with. Monday, I may not have a job but tonight I’m going to a kirtan. I will sing out my frustrations, I will drive home through empty streets. I will get into my clean bed, read my new book and go to sleep. The game is not over yet and the score can change at any minute.
UPDATE: And it did. Yankees Rewrite Script With Outburst In Eighth. Final score: Yankees 6, Rangers 5.
Let’s see what tomorrow brings.