I am going to make a confession here:

I am angry.

I feel wronged.

I am not suppressing it today, damn it. While I am not at the mercy of my anger, I am not going to pretend that it doesn’t exist. As much as I long for that zen-like aura, I can feel anger run through my entire being and course in my veins. It pounds in my ears.

I have to work very hard to not let this anger envelope me. To not be defined by it. To express it in healthy, constructive ways.