All weekend I practiced right speech by not cursing and getting angry at my phone company, which couldn't get my phone line fixed and somehow screwed up my internet connection on my computer. Hence, no blogging etc. I spent the weekend waiting for repairpeople who did not show up, and my nerves frazzled to a fine point. By today, when the guy came to deal with my computer, I was in tears and ended up telling him about my brother's death. All my boundaries dissolved in broken strings around my ankles.
He was kind, and listened and made me feel better, even though he's a young guy, and I guess I'm just going to forgive myself for falling apart. My speech was grief. He got that.
Now that I got out of the house today and will have my writing group tonight, I'll get myself back up on the balance beam and hopefully will not fall again anytime soon.
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