I woke up from a weird dream where I had the taste of breast milk – of all things! – in my mouth. That soured my mood, which colored my perception, and I didn’t catch it in time to re-direct my energy. I’m sorry if any of you witnessed that – though I can’t say I’ll ever deal with spam/snarkiness/content theft/other like a perfect angel, I will make sure, in future, that I don’t let the issue extend to a wider audience. Bad energy tends to start a chain reaction of worse energy if you don’t know how to stop it.
But the good news is, just six months ago I would have continued that chain for up to two days before I stopped, witnessed, and ended up laughing at myself and the whole situation.
And because that, I am grateful for rule number six.
