Anger

Today, I faltered.
I was angry.
I am still angry.
It's going to take me a bit to get over being angry.

I should be angry at myself, but I'm not mature in my thinking at this precise moment. Right now, I am verbally sharing my anger with my family. I blamed them for certain behaviors towards me.

I am not sorry.

Is walking around angry going to fix anything? Nope. Not even a little. But you know what? I don't care. My anger is justified. It needs to be let out in the open air, if only for my sanity, and while it is not doing any harm except to a few eardrums. I can live with that.

Soon enough, the anger will only get in the way and must stop. Until then, while thoughts are processing and thinkers are thinking about the larger goal, I will permit myself to be angry.

That is all.

Love,
Snook