this morning #341.

this morning, a provocative provocation had thrown her for a loop but she was trying her best to not fly off the handle. eyes shut. “that was the old me.” deep breaths. “the new me is now. she lives in the now.” sternum up. “you can not change the past.” sternum down. “let the silence flow through you.” shoulder shake to reset. there was no reason to get worked up over the words of some anonymous online blowhard, especially one who didn’t know how to spell “infuldelity.” now was not the time to blow off this particular steam. she’d save her retaliatory inclinations for this afternoon’s session with her therapist, where she would hopefully learn a few more helpful mantras.