"Let off some steam, Bennett."
-- Arnold Schwarzenegger, Commando
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| Steaming tea kettle 5-26-14 |
"Sometimes I need to blow off steam and go dance really hard."
-- Kristen Wiig
Yesterday was one of those strange Bizarro World days where everything I tried to accomplish went to Hell in a hand-cart.
Nothing major happened. Nothing serious. It was more like a day-long accumulation of pesky little stupid shit.
It seemed like no matter what I did, or tried to do, I was stymied, thwarted, interfered with -- all of which left me feeling very tense, angry, volatile, combustible.
Steamed.
Even my trusty, reliable, sure-fire ways to blow off all that steam backfired, which just made me more steamed.
By the end of the day, all I wanted to do was get blasted, shake my tiny fists at the heavens and scream "FUUUUUUUCK!!!" from the rooftop.
But I didn't.
Because I had an Ace up my sleeve.
After supper I left the dirty dishes for the boys, strapped on my helmet, leather and boots, and went out for a long motorcycle ride.
There was a hazy, misty quality to the atmosphere as I zoomed along the coastline of Lake Erie, watching the sun slowly sink through the clouds towards the water.
A few miles in, my lungs uncoiled and expanded all the way down and I finally breathed deep, full breaths instead of the shallow anxious ones I'd been breathing all day.
Anxiety, frustration, tension, disappointment -- all that shit from my shitty stupid day began to fall away, so I just kept riding until it was all out of my system and I'd left it behind like a greasy smear of roadkill on the pavement.
I kept riding until I felt better.
I kept riding until I felt good.
