Day 8 - Wait, it's over 1 week!

Hello, my friends, and thank you for reading and sharing!

So today, my lovely bank closed an account without telling me, and the core problem is that it was an account into which a large deposit was being made.  When I called the bank, I was told there was nothing that they could do, and that I had to visit the branch to have the account reopened.  I wasted my lunch time driving to the bank, only to be told that the person on the phone had been wrong, and there is in fact, no way to reopen an account.  Where then is my money, I asked, and naturally, they did not know.  As you can imagine, especially if you know me, I was not happy about this.  My "Jersey"" came out in full force, which basically translates to storming out of the bank while muttering things about crappy customer service, complaint letters, things like that.... 

And so what kind of mood was I in when I left that stupid branch??  I was furious, my blood was boiling.  So if we are connecting the dots in Dawn's brain, we can easily see how anger and frustration connect to my situation the other day about hair color.  Anger leads to doing something that makes you feel better.... Anger leads to shopping... Anger leads to paying a high end salon to not just color your roots, but who pampers you, brings you lemon water, and who lends a compassionate ear and a warm, inviting smile.  Man, anger is a bitch.... 

I could actually feel the urge.  Literally feel a physical pull.  Normally, I would have just popped into the salon, gotten the grays washed away, and left with a cute new look and a whole new mindset!  That would have made me smile, I would have gotten that nice rush of endorphins or dopamine or something...Instead, I was struggling with the rush of what ever the negative chemical in my brain, the one that causes desire.... the "desire" chemical must have a name, what is it?  Well I have too much if it, and I could feel it flooding my blood stream, and I needed it released!  But I had neither the time nor the funds, based on my commitment, to enjoy a makeover or even a short shopping spree....As a result, I simply had to let the negative chemical rush fade away on it's own.  And of course, it did, it always does.  I would imagine exercise or something else would have worked it out of my system faster, but that is a whole other blog entirely... 

Anyway, I made it home without killing anyone due to my anger, getting my hair done, or buying anything at all.  I did it.  It was hard, but I did it.... It's so weird, this awareness of these things that I have been doing on autopilot... wow.... crazy, right?  One step at a time... :-) 

So thank you for reading!  And PS - how many of you thought I was going to write "Anger leads to hate", and continue down a Yoda path??  xoxo