Beginning to Get it

More and more I am beginning to understand the lack of care I give to what others are thinking of me.

I am brash. I am loud. I love to laugh. I am vain. I am toxic to some. Nothing I do will change that. I am mean. Sarcastic. I am proud. I am a work in progress. Warts and all. I learn something new about myself every day.

Today for example. I went to go and get my fresh whole wheat bread for my customer and discovered that an error occurred yesterday. I had asked that my 3 loaves of white bread be cancelled because my customer had come and picked his order up already and would not be needed for today.

The young lady had cancelled my order for the 3 loaves of bread I needed for today.. In times passed I would have gone off about how stupid could someone be, not today. Mistakes happen and my customer does not mind day old bread so why should I get upset? Not going to help any and it is not worth it anyways.

Back to me. And my faults. And learning.

I can apologize when I have to but I will not apologize just because someone thinks that they deserve one.

I am no longer holding onto things. If I am upset or bothered about something I will talk about it. Not allow it to stew and fester.

And I really no longer am worried about what others are thinking of me. It really is none of my business.

Nov. 22/22

Gardner’s Delight

Mistress Mary,
Quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells.
And Cockle Shells.
With Pretty Maids in a row.
That my kind sir
is how my garden does grow.
no one really knows
the role I play
the role I take;
my garden
well tended
blooms with wildflowers,
all that is good
and bad
in between.
We have been playing
game of cat and mouse
I lead,
you follow
soon dear
I shall reap.
Eyes shot through
hands tremor
saliva burned into the corner of your lip
bulbous nose
whisky ridden
oily grey hair
no longer sure
how I will enter.
Slithering behind
last you heard
as my blade cleared its sheath
stabbing you straight through the eye
as you turned
and tried to fire.
Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary
How does your garden grow?
Will silver bells.
And cockle shells.
And all those dead men
set in a row.
©Nov. 8/22
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