I am angry.
It’s hard for me to admit that. I’ve written in the recent past — here and here — about the reasons for this, so I’m not going to waste time explaining the reasons again.
I spent most of my 45-minute drive home from the office on the phone. As I locked the office door, I made a phone call that I thought would take 60 seconds, but it dragged on and on. As I finally pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant for dinner, I realized that my muscles were tight and my jaw was clenched.
I felt incredibly angry. It wasn’t anger about anything that had just happened. It was more long-repressed anger seeping out. As I turned the car off and sat in the fading twilight for a few moments, I felt a rush of irrational anger and misery.
I wanted to explode. I wanted to cry. I wanted to angrily scream out to ask somebody why life doesn’t work the way I was taught it was supposed to.

Separating religion, spirituality makes it harder to find the Truth
We know our world must change, but we keep saying, ‘yes, but…’
Sometimes we don’t really notice perfect match ’til it’s far too late
Unexpected proposal leaves me pondering my craving to be loved
Don’t be shocked if insane system produces narcissistic leaders
My ego threatens to take over when I whisper, ‘I deserve better’
Past behavior is best indicator of how he’ll treat you in the future
Pursuit of perfection leaves me feeling shame when I’m flawed