So there we have it.
Anger.
What had turned to grief, suffocation, pain, anxiety, stifled fear, amplified depression or some other variant - now emerged in its original avatar - anger.
And after losing my temper, there is the familiar pain in my stomach and exhiliration of relief. But on having gotten a year older, I now decide that there will be no regret. Yes I got angry.
But anger is one way of life calling out. And today anger was the first friend to drop in on my birthday and ask, "Remember me?"
Yes. Always.
Happy birthday to me. To all of me - rage and all.
