Dear Anger,
I felt you today. I’ve never thought of myself as an angry person but today I feel anger. Not the ticked of feeling when a dog won’t stop yapping or someone honks at you as they give you the bird- this was louder. I was sure that I wasn’t upset over burning my toast or being rained out of a swim day- this smelled different. I wasn’t just mad because I stubbed my toe or someone called me a name -a much deeper pain rang in my soul. With a swipe of my hand, I caused destruction worthy of the news and the aftermath still ravishes casualties of a room that now smells like the ash of rebellion. I assure you that you were present with me today because instead of whispering I belted the word three times seven.
As I look at things destroyed, I am still grieved over the emotion that invited you. They were right: [You] never solved anything......but now I KNOW.
Clean up your Mess!
Alex Trost
