Ever give yourself permission to throw a tantrum? Sometimes I do that and then I mindfully(usually) beat my chest and huff and puff and say things like "I knowww I knowww I knowwwwwww" until eventually I pass by a mirror or have expelled enough out of the system and just burst into laughter at the silliness. It's really one of the greatest things. And might count as exercise. Would it count as feeding my demons?
I delivered someones bad karma today. They caught me off guard and we shared a look. Mine was of surprise and pity, or maybe embarrassment. I felt bad because I judged them in that moment based on society's standards and not on what matters. And they saw. They wore my look with confidence and dignity. I'm grateful for that small consolation. Maybe it was them who delivered mine.