Purple Button

Here I am walking the forest trail. Instead of enjoying the amazing energy of the woods, I'm letting thoughts of a local politician dominate again, when the point was to let them go. I don't want him in my home, why would I let him in my head? I'd rather spend my energy on more pleasant things. Like the forest trail.

I stopped where I was in the trees, and asked, "Why am I still giving this guy so much of my energy? What button does he push in me?" I was thinking maybe boundaries, or bullying, or misogyny. I paused and enjoyed the forest, waiting to see if anything came to mind. It was a beautiful morning. The sun was just coming up. The geese were moving from their ponds to nearby grain fields.

An inner imp said, "The purple one." It struck me so funny.