Getting skilled at hair removal

It's been a weird ass weekend. I've had a hair up my arse since Friday for no reason. I literally had to apologize to my little Jungle Boy, telling him that I am annoyed with myself, not with him, and to try to ignore me until I tell him he is doing something he is not supposed to be doing.

Apparently it's been a weird ass weekend for others too. Resulting in the culmination of violent and lethal outbursts. Horrific events taking place right here in the city I live in, while I am working on pulling my own hair out my arse. Putting things right back into perspective for me. That it's okay for me to not be sunshine and butterflies at all times. Because who really poops rainbows, you know. That acknowledging I am off kilter or irritated is the first step in taking care of myself, addressing what is asking to be resolved, before I turn it into piss and vinegar and shooting it off at the wrong people.

It is indeed so much easier to lash out and spread one's own misery than to take responsibility for how one feels at any time and making corrections within, if so needed. How many of us have been at the receiving end of other's misery? Know to step back and not let it infiltrate your beingness. And if the shoe is on the other foot, realize that it is indeed YOUR own hair up your arse and ultimately your responsibility to remove it without harming anyone instead of shooting it out like a skunk gone rogue.