Intention

Whenever I am in transition between something familiar and something foreign, I feel very wobbly, like the ground beneath me cannot be counted on to be solid from one minute to the next. When I most need to remember that I have the power to control the quality of my life, I fall into self-pity and envy of the lives around me that seem so much simpler.
Last night before I went to sleep, I wrote down what I wanted: to sleep well, take a walk in the morning and move through the day without anger or frustration. And darned if that's not exactly what happened! Well the anger part was challenged by my colleagues who tend to whisper together like children, not realizing that it makes those who are quite obviously being excluded from the conversation feel, well, excluded! Just as I was about to start muttering angrily to myself, I remembered that I didn't want this in my day and went to rescue some 5th graders who where being chastised for touching the low hanging branches of a beautiful flowering tree by an uptight groundskeeper.
Tonight I have painting class and I intend to enjoy finishing my painting. Then I intend to repeat my intention exercise for tomorrow.