Trolling, Trolling, Trolling on Brad's Blo-og...

(The above is to be sung to the tune of "Proud Mary" (the chorus part)

Found myself trolling a little bit this morning. Nothing too fancy. As usual, it started innocently with me voicing some disagreement on Brad's comments section and then getting progressively snarkier and meaner spirited as the conversation continued.

I sort of knew I was doing it at the time, but the voice in the back of my mind was very faint, saying, "hey, you might be just stirring the pot here...why are you bothering with this?"

I came to my senses when an anonymous poster pointed out that I was either trolling or not paying attention very well. It was a nice, much needed kick in the behind.

Today I woke up--almost literally--on the wrong side of the bed. Couldn't get up until 8am which made me an hour late for work. My puppy was running around biting me and everything I touched as I tried to find clothes to wear, moaning and groaning the whole time. At one point my wife said, "I feel like you hate us."

Ugh.

Not exactly the "relaxed" "joyful" boddhisattva vibe I'm giving off today. I apologized and told her I was just cranky. The crankiness continued at work. Not doing much or any breathing, just kind of existing today. So the old habits come back, and they come back fast and hard (that's what she said).

So now I am taking a breath...again. This is the process for me. And another conscious breath right now. As I type this. Try to come back to my body, to my life, to my breathing. It's not rocket science. It's more like digging a ditch. But it's a fun ditch, sometimes...