Today was a poop day at work.
By lunch time, I was so frustrated with so many different aspects of my work place, that I just wanted to either scream or cry.
So I decided to leave the office early today.
And my very first thought was that I would feel better if I could just go take a walk.
That was a huge victory for me.
Because typically when I am emotional, the first thing I think about is food.
Lots and lots of food.
But instead I went to the gym and walked for 30 minutes on the treadmill.
And by the time I was done, my frustration was gone.
It was a truly beautiful thing.
I spent the afternoon visiting some loved ones in the hospital, and strolling the aisles of the market with my little son after I picked him up from his therapy.
And now I am home enjoying the smells and sounds of the black beans, roasted chicken and brown rice cooking on the stove, while I write about how I handled a frustrating day like a real grown up.
Days without incident: 21.