Fact: Kids are NOT the only ones that have tantrums! A tantrum is nothing more than an outburst of frustrations or anger. Usually done by children. But I can prove without a doubt that adults have tantrums too.

Hell. I had one just this week. No lie y’all. I had a complete come apart. I can’t even tell you way. And to be quite honest, this was yesterday morning (a Friday morning at that). I should’ve been excited for the weekend. It was just Thanksgiving last week. For 2 whole days this week, I was trying to get acclimated with being back at work. I mean I could barely think until around noon on Tuesday.

I had to reteach myself what I did at work. LOL so for it to be Friday, I should’ve been happy. But I wasn’t. First off, I’ve been battling with holding on to the bed instead of getting up like I need to and working on my many projects, taking advantage of the moment to meditate in peace, and getting my exercise in. Lord knows I need it. I have the big 40 coming up soon and I could stand to lose about 40 lbs. That’s a whole nother story. Any-who.

Needless to say, I started my day late which isn’t foreign but other things started going wrong real fast making me super late, not just a little late. Wednesday evening I hit a pot hole so hard after work that I burst my front right tire and bent the rim. The rim was being repaired so I was riding on a spare tire. Besides not matching, I’m cool with the spare, as long as I can get where I’m going. About 15 minutes into my 30 minute commute, the tire warning sensor came on indicating that the left back tire was only at 14 psi when it should be near 40 psi.

That did it.

I knew I could make it to an air pump or even to work before having to add air. I didn’t want to. With a stoned-face, I turned around and took my car back home.

As I drove, the tears began to fall. Listen, I’m not a cryer so why am I crying. Huh? What are these tears for? Tears won’t fix a tire, so I might as well suck it up. And its not like I can’t get it fixed. I could easily add air and go on about my business. But I could not shake it.

One block from home, now it was the ugly cry. I don’t even want to go to work now. Lord what is wrong with me? It’s just a tire. My husband’s truck is at home. I can park my car and jump into his truck and head on back to work. Easy enough! So why am I having this come apart over something so small.

I wonder if its just the mere fact that here it is…another thing to be worried about. You know the saying, “if its not one thing its another.” The reason my husband’s truck is at home is because he was heading to get him a new truck. If you think about it, purchasing vehicles can be stressful. Maybe the fact that we have a new huge bill coming in the house and now I’ve not only burst one tire, but I have TWO bad tires, and Christmas is just around the corner. The holidays are stressful all by themselves.

Maybe that is it. Maybe everything going on around me that seems normal is closing in and I didn’t realize I was under stress. Hence why I need to be mediating in the morning. Had I got up that morning and did what I was supposed to do, I could’ve commanded my day better. I guess that was all my fault. Sigh

You see…tantrums are real and kids are not the only ones who have them. Check yourself out from time to time. I’m sure you have them too. How should one get over them? Ummm we are adults. We have bills. Get over that shit and get back to work.

Thanks for your attention. Remember you are your own competition.

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