Morning

It was not a good morning, of no one's fault but my own. Something in me snapped, and I said words I regretted, in tones I wish I hadn't used.

It's a stupid thing really-- how we get triggered. A misplaced set of keys for one. A misplaced set of dates for the other. One's weakness becomes the other's unbearable nemesis. And what seems like breathing to one, is to the other an impossible handicap. Will we ever learn to assist each other, work together to make this a true union?

Or is the problem much deeper than keys and calendars?

For today, I can only renew my intention to practice lovingkindness. Beginning with myself.