I Meditated
and Still Yelled at My Houseplant
I lit the candle.
I played the calming playlist.
I inhaled for four. Held for seven. Exhaled for eight.
I meditated… and then I got up, stubbed my toe, and screamed at a plant named Gerald because he looked judgmental.
Was I centered?
Technically.
Was I still full of hormonal rage?
Absolutely.
