Some days a smack to the head is exactly what a person needs.
I freely admit I have been stressed beyond stressed for two weeks. The worst stress in the world for me is having NO control. And when it comes to waiting on other people, I have no control.
So today I took a bike ride.
It’s sunny. A little cool, until you are pedaling and in the sun. Then the sun bakes the skin a little. The sweat starts to run down the back. And happiness blows over with me every breeze. I have nothing but happy thoughts and feelings. Except for the postman parking his jeep on the bike path. But he can ruin someone else’s day, I just rode around him noticing he refused to look at me as I pass him by.
As I head in to the last mile to home, home on the bike trail, I get a bit of a startle. A hard smack, dead center, to my forehead. From a bug out on a kamikaze mission. His mission accomplished.
Getting smacked on the forehead feels just perfect on a sunny day that has me on a bike instead of stressing about plumbing, wiring, and unkept promises.