It is a curious game of the mind.
A trigger brings about a wave of anger.
Afterwards I watch my mind racing;
like a player chasing an invisible ball,
covering an elusive distance;
empty miles on a treadmill.
I find myself playing three distinct roles:
A player, a trainer and an audience.
The player is quite upset.
He mutters accusations, proof of justice, faults of his opponent.
Chasing itself in circles, the mind does;
exhausted, consumed by endless repetitions.
The audience just watched from the bench;
curious at first, then amused, then bored.
The trainer awaits on the sideline;
patiently let the player tire himself,
let the drama play out.
Then, with care, the trainer directs the player at an alternative goal;
not yet another upsetting event, but rather:
a future travel plan, an exciting new project, a story idea.
The player embraces, attention diverted, energy refocused.
Occasionally, the mind shifts back to the anger incident,
but now the trainer is on duty, hopping in,
reassuring, redirecting, returning ship to course.
With practice, real distance is created,
between the player and events past,
allowing a calming present to take hold.
Learned from: an agitated mind.