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.

The cesspool is deep and toxic, but I’m to blame if I remain there
What dark magic will it take to get Obama re-elected? Merlin knows
Irrational beliefs hurt all of us when you hand power to the ignorant
Don’t believe the words they say: Politicians revert to their incentives
I need responsibility for slaying dragons to protect those I love
We don’t know how to love until we learn to set our egos aside
It’s a very old cliche, but it’s true: Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt
‘The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us and save us’
Love & Hope — Episode 4: