I was angry…

I was angry yesterday.

My husband came home from golf and I was visibly upset.

He asked what was wrong and I said nothing.

He asked again a few minutes later and I didn’t respond so he got up and left.

I couldn’t articulate what I was angry about and I didn’t want to list the small annoyances that had been plaguing me all day. I just wanted to be angry, so I was.

I did not make myself wrong. I did not try to fix it. I just sat with it. And as I sat in the anger with the sun warming my face, I tried to figure out what I was so angry about. I couldn’t think of anything particular that had sent me over the edge. I was just mad. I could have taken it out on someone and lashed out, but I just sat with it alone in the sun.

After several minutes, I came back into the house and as I looked in the mirror I realized I had given my anger space to just be. I felt. I loved it. And then I let it go. No one was harmed. No nasty words were said. I was just mad. I chose to be grateful for feeling the anger without making it mean something bad about me.

Then I hugged my husband and thanked him for giving me the space to be mad without needing to fix me.

Yesterday, I healed a part of me, by holding my power in the anger.