I’m in no-mood tonight.
Not a good mood.
Not a bad mood
(Or, not really bad).
Maybe not waiting either.
But not in a Zen kind of here;
More like a bullet kind of here.
Stored energy waiting for a direction.
Without the sharp sense of purpose.
I’m not at peace
(I find, more often than not these days, that I have a greater sense of peace than I used to have)
But I’m not really in turmoil either.
I’m a big slow cooker of stewed emotions.
A little of this,
A bit of that,
A soupçon of the other.
And I’m ok with it tonight.
I know I’ll wander out one edge or another.
Tomorrow I’ll have some peace.
Likely I’ll have a bit of anxiety and turmoil at some point too. (I’m under grace but not perfected.)
More of the former than the latter
(Cause I’m under grace).