I awoke in a foul mood.
Maybe I had had a bad dream, or maybe I was still pissed from the night before.
Either way, I had it in my mind that I needed to trash something – to completely and utterly destroy something.
So I grabbed the baseball bat that I kept behind the bedroom door, and walked into the basement.
I collected a few participation trophies I’d “earned” as a kid, and walked out to the backyard, lining them atop the fence.
And I swung that bat like Miguel Cabrera.
I kept swinging and swinging until there was nothing left but glitter on the ground.
The sun peeked around the corner, and cascades of plastic gold winked at me.
The anger out of my system, I smiled.
It was a lovely day.