30-day writing challenge: Share something you struggle with
If only you knew how hard it is to bite my tongue and not wipe the floor with those who so richly deserve it, you’d nominate me for a Noble Prize.
I don’t even mean to keep a cauldron of insults boiling on the back burner. It’s kind of like the protection I strap to my thigh when I go out. Only more lethal.
I’m too sweet and nice to use most of them. Everyone will tell you that. Anyone who says otherwise is delusional.
I’m proud of myself that no matter what, I can keep moving the pot out of reach. Where’s the victory in playing with unworthy opponents?
The real prize is inner peace. And mine is worth fighting for.
