There are days like today when I want to grab the air and shake it, as if it were a person. I want to fight with it. It’s like I have so much energy pent up that can’t go anywhere, and my environment does nothing but hold me down from enjoying the rest of life.
This isn’t a feeling necessarily bourne from my day (which was somewhat frustrating but enjoyable with my retreatants), or my general disposition, but more just because the air is there, it feels like it’s in my way, and I want to grip it and tell it to get in line or move.
But I can’t grab the air.