It appears I frightened some of you with my Takin’ the Gloves Off post yesterday. A few of you (names withheld) went so far as to sit on the opposite side of the room from me this morning when I spoke to our local writer’s group. Worried that any misstep might result in a lowering of my shoulder and bull-like snort of my snout, you made sure a few tables, chairs and people remained safely parked in between us. I also noticed you sat quite close to the door.
For the record, I am not a violent person. I am a woman of peace.* I have never hockey-checked anyone, nor do I have an itch to punch someone now. I can only explain the aggressive tone of Takin’ the Gloves Off as a temporary out-of-body experience related to the wretched cold I contracted last weekend. Not only did it obstruct my ability to breath clearly, but it momentarily high-jacked any sense of self restraint, allowing me to freely express what the rest of you (big chickens) are reluctant to post.
Be reassured, I have joined a 12-step cough drop recovery program and plan to be singing folk songs in the lotus position by the end of the week.
Thanks for your concern. Shalom.
*I’d appreciate it if you’d refrain from asking friends, family, coworkers, neighbors, grocery-store checkers, and my Starbucks baristas for references.
(This should be read with humor and not a little sarcasm. Life’s too short not to laugh, people.)