Oh boy, sometimes I make very rash decisions in the height of emotion. Let me tell you, the remorse is pretty nasty. You would think I would learn from that. What started as a quick visit to the market for a couple Valentine dinner ingredients, turned into a raging blowout.
I was trying to mail a letter and had pulled up beside the mailbox. I was immediately assaulted (verbally) by this guy who claimed I was trying to run him over. And then he did the unthinkable. He turned around and called me a very. nasty. name. And I mean very nasty.
Uh oh. This fell into the brake stomping category. I got out of the car (ladies, don't ever do that) and told him he had no business calling me such degrading words. With that came more filthy crud out of his mouth. I lost it. I couldn't help myself. I posted in facebook that I felt humiliated I reduced myself to his level of maturity. What came out of my mouth can't be repeated unless perhaps you were having a brawl with a fellow inmate in prison or something. The worst thing? Our transaction accomplished nothing. We each went our separate ways still yelling at each other. Nothing gained except embarrasment at myself.
Then I came home and discovered a beautiful valentine card and a gorgeous loaf of chocolate pound cake from a local bakery on my front porch. Very humbling given what I just did. In case you are wondering, it wasn't from my fellow inmate. It actually was from a woman I consider to be a mentor in my life. I love her wisdom and encouragement she gives me. I think it is so important to have women in our lives that can provide guidance. While I don't mean to age her, she is an older woman and one that I respect and appreciate because she has lived more life and has the battle scars to prove it!
Obviously I need to have coffee with her immediately given my senseless outburst.
One bit of bright news. I have a job interview on Friday.