I Stood in the Garden With the Washing Basket and Forgot Why I Was Angry

Dear Delyara, The air was cold, the pegs were digging into my fingers, and by the time I reached the line I realised the anger I had been carrying from inside the house had already started thinning in the open air. I think that surprised me because the anger had felt so justified a minute earlier. One child had been sharp. My husband had asked a practical question in exactly the wrong tone at exactly the wrong time. There was still too much to do. And then I stepped outside with the washing and something in me widened just enough to remember that not all feeling stays the same shape once it gets air. I hung shirts and towels and pillowcases while my heart slowly returned to its proper size. Sometimes the best thing I do for everyone I love is leave the room before my mood gets a permanent address there.