A Week in A Syllable

It is amazing the difference that 120 hours makes. Five days of 24 hours. 1,440 minutes a day, 7,200 minutes in five days. As the numbers increase the time stays the same.

"Jeff," you say, "What in the HELL are you getting at?"

Good question. The answer is simple .... Monday started like shit, ended wonderfully and morphed into a period of five days, 120 hours, congealed into a package resembling a Jello Mold full of cat food and M&M's. Do you eat it or pick at the good stuff?

To make a long story short, I shed a skin this week. I shed a great deal of anger and suppressed pain. Yes, I have been harboring a bit of anger and pain in case you haven't noticed. Some, if not most, might be visible in a few of my past blogs. But now, I plan on presenting the new kinder, gentler, civilized Jeff. All due to the last 120 hours of my life. No, really.

Again, you might ask, "Hey, dipshit, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout?"

I don't know exactly, to tell you the truth. All I know is that on Monday night, February 14, 2011, at approximately 8:30 PM, my life changed with a single-syllable word ... "Yes".

The next morning, the sun shone brighter, the birds snored louder and I listened to a Babyface song on my iPod. More importantly, after plugging my ears with soda straws, I didn't have any anger. No resentment. Not because of Babyface (I quickly jumped to a Megadeth tune on the iPod), but because of a word uttered in response my request. 'Yes'.

Now, how does a man who uses his pain and anger as an outward expression of self continue to express the anger, hurt and pain that drives his creative ego when the pain is erased by a single word of commitment?

It's a fair question ... the answer for me is simple. I continue to write. You see, I don't forget the anger and hurt, I only now choose to express it in a more positive way. It's as if the arm at the westbound tollroad access closed during rush hour for the eastbound traffic to head home is dropped during approach. If that makes sense to you then you need to call me,  you have issues.

To make a long story short, my yin committed to my yang and, as such, my soul released baggage that would put me over the limit for a flight to the future.

No more anger. No more resentment. No more hindrances.

'Yes'

Let the life begin.